Three nightmares

Date: 1/13/2018

I was sitting at a long table with a bunch of other people in a small room, like a bedroom. We were having some sort of meeting. I see my moms ex-husband walk in, but he looks younger. His hair isn’t white, and he doesn’t have a long beard, and he’s lost weight. He has this crazy look in his eye, but no one else does anything to acknowledge that he came in. He comes towards me, and I jump back. I don’t remember what happens next, but I wake up in a room with another girl. I’m sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and she’s sleeping on a normal bed. The room I’m in looks similar to my childhood bedroom. I’ve been kidnapped. The place I was in was a big, run down complex that had the layout of a storage container place. I try to get out by slipping through a hole in the wall in my room, and I get outside. My moms ex-husband starts chasing me, and the rest is a blur. The environment changes, with the back of the complex being a field, and the front being a swamp. I remember that I got away. In my next dream, I’m in a big house with a bunch of other teenagers, like a group home. I’m sitting on the floor in a room with pillows and things everywhere, and I see my abusive ex and his new girlfriend sitting in the corner. He doesn’t say anything. The next day, I see him again, and he leans over to me and whispers that he was sorry for what he did to me, and he smiles. This dream ended quickly but I remember feeling close to him again. Next, I’m in an apocalyptic wasteland where a boy I knew vaguely from middle school was my boyfriend. His actual personality was replaced by my ideal personality for my boyfriend to have. We worked well as a team in the war we fought against something that was a result of the apocalypse.