I was in my childhood home, in my father’s bedroom.

I made sure that the patio door was locked.

Two men came into the home via the patio door.

They walked through the den, through the dining room, and went out the side door.

I was in the bedroom, and I went to get my gun.

The guy was on his way to closing the side door behind him when he noticed me.

He came back in and rushed into the room where I was.

He was a tall black guy with locs.

I’ve never seen him in my waking life.

(That’s all I will write about this part of the dream.)

I woke up and went back to sleep.

It was the same dream.

I was in my childhood home in my father’s bedroom.

I made sure that the patio door was locked.

Four masked people in all black came into the home via the patio door.

They came into my father’s bedroom, and I tried to get to my gun but failed.

I ended up fighting with them, and I got one of their guns.

But it wasn’t a regular gun.

I shot out a toxic yellow-green chemical.

It melted their hair, clothing, and skin.

All four of them “got the business.”

That’s when I recognized one of them sprawled out on the bed.

“My brother?”—I said his name.

He was looking at me.

I continued to spray the other people as they kept trying to get up.

My brother was the only one who just lay there watching me.

MESSAGE:

I’m under attack!

All these people were men, except one of the masked people, a blond-haired girl.

Someone (s) is bullying me or someone(s), including my brother, betrayed me.

Or it’s someone close to me.

My friend betrayed me, and I am being talked about like a dog.

But I’ll let my spirits handle it.

And when they handle IT, Mofo’s pass away.

recurring dream from the past