Dream Diary

Dream Diary chp 3

Dream Diary 3 》

Thursday September 11 9:20 a.m.
By far this is the saddest dream ive ever had.
I was an abused child my father often beat me and my mom? Her rage was the worst. She would often sharpen knives and use them for certain occations.
Well I don't remember all of this dream, but I do remember get fed up with being abused, and so I fought back. Even my "father" was afraid of my mother's habits. But I went and tried to stab her anyway. She kept throwing knife after knife, me crying all the while, and she had the deadliest last 2 in her hands as I came to strike her. Note that those are actual knives we have in our house and they have been used in a violent way before.
I knew I couldn't fight them by myself, so I ran away. Meanwhile my mom was.still throwing knives at me. But just as I was running away, my "father" came and got me.
All I remember next was being in this facility with other abused children. At one point we revolted against the parents and had a big bum rush or something. I still had knives so I was cutting limbs off of parents. We were fighting hard.
After that, all I remember was my parents being jumped by a lot of the children. We were in on a platform surrounded by tiles of fire. These children jumped my "parents"toppling them into the fire, while sacrificing themselves. I was only able to save one boy. Me and him were crying and I was just too stunned to move and this boy who knew the boy that I saved, as he was dying, told him to live for us.