We’re about to get killed in this fancy home.

Date: 2/4/2024

Some other stuff happened before this but I’m in a very lavish home and somehow we are in a hostage situation but no one but the children know. I know they’re trying to kill us and none of the patents know. Everyone is speaking about marriage and no one is noticing that the others here are weird and clearly on a mission. Everyone is split into the living-room and kitchen areas. To my right is a huge kitchen with a spread of food and drinks and about 20 feet from me is a wall and overhead bow shape that creates a window room that lets light of the moon in. I’m looking over and only me and a few of the other children know what’s going on and I’m sitting at a the table empty and a tear rolls out. Simba comes and wipes it away with his tongue and I’m silent as I watch one of the chonky guys here to kill us go to the kitchen and slyly grab a knife. I see him and give him a glare. He looks away; earlier when everyone hadn’t gotten to the house yet, I’d taken a bat and hit him in the knee and so he was walking a little funny. To my right is a huge entrance doorway and beside that is the living-room where the rest of the family is sitting with these random people. They’re all trying to play matchmaker and get the single children married off and as they’re laughing and playing, and I see clearly the leader who’s walking up the steps and no one notices. I put Simba down from my lap and excuse myself. I walk up the stars, trying to follow him and see where he’s going. I get about half way up and o talk loud enough for him to hear. “I can hear your breathing dumbass” and he said my name behind me and dragged me up the rest of the stairs. No one could see us from that angle but when we got to the top of the steps, there was a landing that was basically like another level of the home. He lefts go of my arm and I walk up into the middle of this landing. I turn around and I just stare at him with squinted eyes and I say “ Why are you here? i’m trying to figure it out, but I really don’t know what the fuck you’re doing here.” And he looks at me and puts his hands into his pockets and pulls out two very sharp switch blades. He doesn’t say anything and immediately I know he’s here to kill us. I’m close enough for him to grab my hand and push the blades on the knuckles of my right hand and it’s like he’s trying to cut my fingers off on one swoop. I knew if I pulled my hand back he’d basically cut through the middle of my hand so I just hold it and push it down so that he’s not adding as much pressure from the knife as he was before. At some point he just stops. I look at him and ask “why” but he doesn’t respond. The others make their way up the stairs while downstairs, who we can see from the railing and landing we’re on, are cheering and assuming we’re deciding to get married to one another. I turn around and to the group say “okay. Well I know you’re going to kill me. You might as well just tell me what the plan is here, at least I’ll know why I’m being killed and who’s behind it” My dad walks up the steps and he’s absentmindedly saying thing to get read and I look at the group and turn around towards my dad. I grab him and I said “dad, I need you to go back downstairs okay” ans he doesn’t look at me and continues his list of things he’s muttering about and I call out to him a few times and he doesn’t respond until I grab his face and I whisper “Daddi ji, please go downstairs and call 911. They’re going to kill me. Please just go” while my eyes are welling with tears. He doesn’t really respond to ask for an explanation he just walks back down. I then see my nephew and my uncle Sofia’s grandpa, come up to the side of the railing and start asking “so should we start the prep” and I just say “please call 911”. I leaned down and grabbed my newphes dace and told him I loved him. My hands left blood on his outfit and the side of his face. There is then a bit of a commotion downstairs and I think people are realizing someone is going to die. I’m crying now. Full on crying and telling them to leave. And when I turn around, the main leader who cut my hand before is standing there with the knife read to kill me. I just look at him, and take a deep breath and then I woke up. Crazy stuff happened before too. Like all the kids were just fighting these bad guys and idk how the dream got wrapped up into this. My family was there, so we’re Daman’s family and some people from dad’s side of the family. So stressful.