I couldn’t sleep last night. I was up until somewhere around 4:00 AM. Gosh, it might have even been closer to 5:00 AM. Either way I finally fell asleep and had this dream. Yeah, big surprise. So what I had a dream right? Well, this one was a little out there.
My father was talking to my older sister and he started to get very angry and hostile towards her. I was standing over to the left as he sat in the chair at the table. He looked menacing as though he was about to become violent. I stood there and made it known I wasn’t going to allow him to cause any harm but that of his own.
He then started to look at me and was talking abusively to me now. It was all out hints that he was just pushing me to get a rise and prove that I would coward out and do nothing. As he began to stand up I feared for my sister, and even a little for myself. But then it kicked in. He had no power over me. I had it in me to do what I felt was right. Whatever was necessary.
I stepped forward and I preemptively struck. I raised my right fist and hit him hard in the head. Turns out I actually did throw a punch at him. Only in the real world my father happened to be the wall next to my bed. Luckily there was a pillow that was partially in the way so I didn’t hit all wall and either break it or make too much noise.
Hitting the wall had woken me up and I was in awe. I had a bit of adrenaline at that time but was able to go back to sleep. And there it was, another dream that seemed to pick up later in the night with my father and sister. We were outside this time in some type of yard with a building that seemed like a restaurant right nearby.
My father had just completely lost his mind. He was talking oddly in this insane way. It seemed he was still out for violence. He had a weapon and leapt towards my sister. I was able to grab his arm with the weapon in it as he had it raised and was able to take him down and began to strike him blow after blow. He thought he could get the weapon, but I thought maybe it was my turn and I would take it and use it against him. I couldn’t stand him being like this anymore and thought that maybe I would just take everything in me and destroy him.
This woke me up again. Still more adrenaline. But thankfully I went back to sleep again.
I had a third dream, but it didn’t involve my father. In fact, I can’t remember now what it was about. I know it wasn’t intense as those other two dreams.