Ok. Here goes,
One day I was in a room with my sisters and mother came in. She started saying things like "Dont say a word.", "I love you." things like that. So we were like "Mommy? What's wrong?" So them she opened the door really wide and we saw a robber with a gun just examining the small apartment.
We stayed into the room and just waited with mother and the open door. When he finished, ya know robbing, he left.
When we came out of the room, my sisters and Iwere just unphased I guess. Just no reactions whatsoever. So in a few minutes, we just went to watch TV because... yolo?
Then the robber came again and he just took stuff right before our eyes and stupid me thinking that because (I know sign language) I thought that when you use the gun signs that they actually shoots. When it didnt work I was like I'm not doing it properly so then I went to go get my book of signs.
I was flipping through it and that was when I mentally slapped myself. I'm getting robbed and at the same time, I'm trying to memorize my sign language. How about a round of applause for me
So this mf left and my mother was cool as a cucumber. She luckly found two important books in her room. While she was looking through them, the robber came back.
What is this, the third time? Well this time he didnt bring a gun.It looked like he just came again for those two books.
At this time I lost it. I don't know if it was that he took my mothers books or if he was just robbing us but I just went crazy.
As he was casually walking ( unsuspecting mf) I kind of walked/ran to the kitchen and grabbed a small knife. (Thinking I'm a jedi master) I started slashing at him and I could tell he was caught off guard because the first two times he came nobody resisted or tried anything.When he finally was aware of what was going on he took a knife but it was one of those dull kitchen ones that wont cut anything anymore.
When I saw this though I was like "Oh sh*t" and I grabbed a big as knife and swung at him. Then I sorta screamed at him while doing it. I then looked into a room and I saw a huge crowd of children cheering (You know that scene in Matilda? Yea like that but contained in a room.)
Then, I kinda led him to the door, in a way, while yelling at him when we got outside the apartment (quick overview of the outside)When you walk out the door, there's a flight of stairs you walk down to get to the two doors you open to get out.
Anyways, when I looked down the stairs, I saw a class of kids led by my old 5th grade teacher. I wanted to yell 'Get out of the way!' but I was too busy yelling at the guy. When he was falling down the stairs my dream ended.
Anyone have any theories?
I told my friend about this but she wasn't helpful. I'm really concerned about this.
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Crazy Dreams
Short StoryOk, so I just had a really weird dream about something and I need some closure to be sure I'm not crazy