Targeted For Death

Date: 9/14/2017

The dream first started when I was at the park and a black small dog came up to me; I pet it on its head and left shortly after that. As I got home, I realized the dog followed me and was sitting outside the screen door. I opened the door and lifted the dog up; petting him because he was so sweet and cute. I put him back outside and told him to go back to his owner because I can't take care of him. A bigger dog came and took the lead along with another bigger dog which resembled an eagle (?). After they left, I thought I was going crazy so I went outside. I overheard someone talking about signs of a murderer in town and people missing. I suspected it was a myth until I heard one of the signs was a dog coming up to your door. I immediately flipped out and told my mom and sister to come here; unwilling able to explain what could be happening. I grabbed their hands tight and as I was trying to tell them something might be up, a flying ghost—it was fake, but the dynamics were so real—zoomed past and circled us. They were confused because it seemed like kids play, but that was the second sign. At this point I'm totally paranoid and I get a phone call. I answer and ask who it is and it's very staticy at that; I tell them I can't hear them and as I try to mute myself to show my family the call I accidentally send them my location—damn "smart" phones. I hang up and freak out; screaming that we need to get out of here so we head to the mall with majority of the family. We stopped by this designer store and from there everything shipped. It turns out, my aunt June knew the cashier; they're good friends and she has been in the store before. My sister unthinkingly asked the cashier if she heard of the murders around town and she said she has. She helped us "prepare" by putting a location detector in our bags to supposedly help us pinpoint each other. She went into this bin of pots and pans—now that I think about it, why was that in the store—and searched through her tools. She accidentally pulled out these strange looking tools; the types people use to torture and pull out teeth and fingers. She quickly dropped those back in the bin. As my family left to get something from the car, the lady spoke to me. She knew I knew she was the murderer and she told me her plan. I knew I was going to die and I knew I was targeted the moment we left that park. Somehow we ended up laughing together; I mean besides her being this weird crazy killer, she seemed like a cool person. Anyway, my family comes back and I try to tell them, but I couldn't with the cashier killer in the same area. So I try to communicate with my eyes and hands. The cashier had told us to put our phones in our bags so we won't lose them so my sister grabbed hers before we placed them in the bin to leave. After that, I had woke up because I couldn't take the stress lol.