Ice age coming

Date: 5/6/2019

I don’t remember exactly how the dream started, but the first thing I remember is driving in a car with my dad. He was freaked out about something and driving real fast, even driving into a restricted area. White and black cars started to show up while we had stopped for some reason and a guy got out of a car to talk to me dad. I couldn’t make out what they were saying because I was still in the car. There was also a dog in the backseat, but we have never had a dog before. It was an old bloodhound. The next thing I know, we’re at some sort of house that has a lot of farm land but this house is special. It was built to be able to keep heat in even when it was like negative 100 outside. We we running to the house but something stopped my dad from coming and then somehow I had been at the house all along, as if he had gotten me there earlier and was just coming back, as if I was never in the car with him at all. He was struggling to get out of the car and then we all knew it was too late. I was with about three or four people that I’ve never met before, but in my dream I knew them well. They pulled me inside fast and locked up all the thick doors and all I could do was sob uncontrollably, desperate for my dad. I’m 18 in real life but in my dream I was about seven or ten, but just as smart as an adult. Within seconds the ice storm hit and froze everything except for what was inside the house. Everything outside was frozen solid. Then everything reset back to the beginning. I had to do it all over again but I knew my dad was going to die. This time when he got to the house, a friend was there waiting outside to help. We knew him well in the dream, but I don’t know him in actuality. As soon as we got there, he ran to the car and grabbed me, rushing me inside. But something happened when he did, he created a blocked doorway so my dad couldn’t get in. My dad seemed to accept that he was going to die but I kept screaming at him to try, at least try and get inside. He went back to the truck and suffocated his dog so it wouldn’t freeze to death, then put it in a garbage bag and went onto the front porch, another way into the house. He couldn’t get into the actual house from there though, so he stayed on the porch. I begged him through the unopenable door not to leave me like this, he kept telling me it would be okay. Then suddenly the ice hit and for some miracle of a reason, he didn’t die, the porch was shelter enough and he didn’t freeze. It time jumped then to when everything was over and it got warm again. Everyone was leaving the house except for me, I was up in my room sleeping or playing, I’m not sure because the focus wasn’t on me. My dad and the others were walking around a little bit and talking about how they had gotten the house in the first place. He talked about how a family that was feuding with another family gave it to us and since then, the other family hadn’t liked us either. Next thing you know, there’s a gun shot heard from the house (but it was actually a nail gun) so everyone ran back and when my dad got into the house he just collapsed to his knees, a complete sense of hopelessness falling over him. The child he had tried so hard to protect was dead. A nail shot into the child’s forehead. It was the family that didn’t like us that had done it. I don’t really remember anything after that. Except seeing the doctors carry out that limp little body.