Please, if you start to read it, read all of it. I want to figure out what this means...
Okay, so in my dream FBI-police-whatever people were trying to hunt down my brother and arrest him for something about, I don't remember the details, but there was lots of red and an apple. Any how, my mom got all of us in the van except for my stepdad for some reason, and we left with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We drove down the highway until the people looking for Charlie found us, then my mom cut off into the forest and we drove like that for hours. Eventually, we came to a mall/school building and I think my mom bought water of something, then we left again. She had mentioned something about buying a house for us to live in earlier, so I asked where and she pointed at this little pink house connected to the road. She said we were going to stay with our dad for a night in a place near some where called Salt Springs (i dont know if that's a real place, but ive never heard of a Salt Springs before this irl) Then, like it was a show or something, the scene switched. My dad and some woman were standing in front of a locker that you'd find in a highschool, but the room was really big, white, and had gigantic windows. I don't know how, but some how I knew my dad and the woman were in a relationship as they talked about the locker door; the conversation then changed to the ordeal about my brother. Then a man came into the room. He was the woman's son or something. The vibe he gave off in my dream still has me scared... He admitted to being the person who did it, whatever it was, and that he'd framed Charlie. Then... I don't remember much... The was lots of blood. Too much blood. He killed them. Then there was the woman's bloody hand dialing the phone, but the man was controlling her hand so that there wouldn't be his fingerprints. The scene switched back to every one in the van and my mom's cell was ringing, so she answered it. It was the man, he said "I'm coming for you." or "You're next." I don't remember which, but the "you" was referring to all of us in the van.
From there, I started to wake up and I can't really remember the rest... But it was still so strange... The weirdest part is that I was aware it was a dream the entire time. I kept thinking "I want to wake up. I want to wake up." and I could see everything like it was some sort of sick show. It was like I was a viewer watching a movie or something... Another weird thing is that, despite having this consciousness during the dream, I didn't feel sad or even upset when the man killed my dad and that woman, and I could hear my in-dream self's thoughts... But I can't seem to forget the killer's face...
I don't know. This dream was really fucked up. And I don't usually remember my dreams if I do dream. I don't know what it means... Yet, I'm surprisingly calm. I can hear my sister running around up stairs and my mom laughing as I lay here in bed. I don't hear Charlie... I'm going to go check on him; after that dream it'd be wrong not to.