Date: 12/27/2016
By she♡dances
This dream starred my two younger sisters and I. For whatever reason that I can't really recall (it feels as though it was something I knew in-dream, but the explanation wasn't in my own conscious head -- it's like I knew, but in reality, I didn't), my parents were both not with us. I felt like we were driving away from where my mom was -- don't ask me where my dad was, or why we were trying so desperately to get away from where my mom was, because even though my unconscious self might've been able to tell you, I sure can't. Anyways, there was a desperation in me that I can't explain -- and in the feeling that "we have to get away". None of us knew how to drive, as in reality, but for some reason, the urgency to "escape" was such that I got in the front seat, buckled myself in, pushed the seat forward to be able to reach the pedals, and forced myself to be the driver, despite how scared and clueless I was in-dream. We appeared to be on the lookout for something or someone that might try to get into the car, on a side note, because I remember either telling them, or them telling me, to lock the windows and doors, especially the ones on the driver's side. Either way, I had no idea how to drive, or even, really, the way back home, but we so desperately wanted to get back home that I drove us into traffic (I imagine I drove much better than I should have, considering that I've never had any proper experience behind the wheel - and even then, I braked suddenly and often, drove over a few traffic lines, and probably almost or did bump into cars (that last part I can't remember all too well, but I don't think we had any accidents)). Miraculously, we somehow got home -- to a place dark as sin, where the fear lingered but wasn't as bad as it had been back there, where we had no defense or "way out" (although I certainly made one). My dad wasn't home, but we did run into our neighbors, who had dogs (and were incidentally children), on the way back. For some reason, their presence either made me feel slightly better or concerned me more, I can't remember. I don't recall, but I think their parents were home, and that they knew what was going on and had volunteered to keep an eye out for us until, I guess, the situation was resolved, whatever said "situation" was. Thinking back, I think something bad happened to both of our parents, or specifically to my mom, and that we might've been afraid of the same thing happening to us. She had driven us somewhere, I think, and gotten out.And never come back. I'm not sure that necessarily means anything bad happened, but it sure seemed to be the case in-dream. We were super paranoid and not even willing to go inside wherever she had gone to check -- we just locked up the car, terrified, and tried to wait a little longer but were becoming more and more scared as time went on and it got darker outside. (Darkness and fear and uncertainly and desperation all seemed to be themes of this dream. And I've had this dream before -- the exact details have varied but the main idea has always been the same: someone was gone, usually mom, we were alone and defenseless, we usually had bad inklings, and I felt responsible for getting everyone home, no matter what it took. The same themes were usually constant. Sometimes we found my dad, on the side of the road somewhere, in acar, and he would drive us or me home (sometimes I was alone; either way, for whatever reason, we were usually on foot by the time we reached him on a bend in the road, either cause we walked from the start or our car had broken down or something much more sinister had happened; I usually felt like we or I were being chased and urged my dad to hurry, although he usually seemed perfectly calm, no matter how distressing the circumstances were)). Sometimes we don't encounter my dad at all, and I'm still driving myself. Other times the driving is not all smooth -- we, for some reason, feel inclined to travel through some upside-down pyramid looking place, where the entrance is level with the highway. It's always terrifying in there, and I usually undertake the task with either great reluctance or as if I'm in a daze. It seems to me that something is tormenting us in that place but we still have to go through, for whatever reason.