Beware The Shapeshifters

Date: 1/10/2019

The Dream started in a completely white room, no windows or doors, and it looked like a blank universe kind of room. There was our living room brown couch, and a tv that was not plugged in but displayed a static screen. There were no doors, nor windows, and at first I was completely alone. Everything happened as if it had been in first person. Suddenly, my mother appeared in front of me, looking emotionless, catatonic even, and for a while she just stared blankly at me. Then she spoke, but instead of her voice, she spoke in an unfamiliar mans voice, and all she said was “Beware of the Shapshifters.” Then she disappeared before I could ask her anything, except I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do anything. I just stood there. The next thing I know, my little brother is lying on the couch, asleep, wrapped in his signature dinosaur blanket. But there was another one of him, mirroring him. They both sit up like they were rising from the dead, slowly and creepily, and in synchronization. They stare at each other. And then they both lift guns and point them at each other. They fire. I could hear the loud bang, I could see the bullets, but nothing happened, as if the bullets had disappeared before they could make contact with them. I thought it was over, but the one on the right had thrown the gun at the other one, which hit him in the middle of the forehead. Then the guns disappeared and the one on the left had hissed like a screeching inhuman demonic creature, and lunges at the one on the right and bit out a huge chunk of his chest. I can see the blood, and the torn flesh around the deep wound, and I could even see a bit of his bone from his rib cage. I was horrified, but luckily for me, I had then woke up. And it was over. Until I had the dream the next two nights in a row.