Welcome to Miami

Date: 10/4/2019

I'll start from where I remember. E and I apparently bought a home on Miami Beach, but it was off of a major curve on the expressway. The first thing I remember is hearing a loud noise and vibration through my body, yet I first could not see where I was. I suddenly opened my eyes to being in an incredibly long, narrow-ish garage with those large overhead style flood lights you see in warehouses lighting the place. There was an adjoining room which was also similar in size, of which walked into. I walked down that long room to a single door at the end and tried to open it, but the only partially opened. It was that strange "tone" of color that my dreams normally take. Dark, yet light. Blue/grey, but still able to distinguish color. Outside and partially blocking the door from opening all of the way was a vehicle that had crashed into the house. A black pick up truck. The windshield was smashed and there was a woman lying back in a broken driver's seat with her eyes closed, bleeding. A first responder speaks out of my line of sight to the fact that there had been an accident. I ask if the woman is dead and he unable to give me a clear answer. I felt the need to get out that door to help, but was unable and asked for his help. He lifted me over the car and I saw how empty the highway was, thinking it strange. I continue to walk to the left as he told me it was a multi-car wreck, yet I only saw that one vehicle. I assumed that that others had already been towed away. I then see another man that has arrived to assess the damage to our large over head garage door. It did not look as if it were going to be able to close properly. I walked through the garage and towards a set of stairs that led up to the house to find where the button was to help him analyze the issue. I open the door to a classic Miami stylized front entry. There were buttons everywhere and I hit them all with no luck for quite some time until finally finding the one the worked. The garage door loomed as if it just may have closed until it got to the very end of the process where it then fell from the ceiling. Then I saw E...and A LOT of children. I remember feeling agitated and extremely curious to why these 10-15 children of varying ages ran though the house, knocking things down and screaming. I look at E and asked him "what the hell is going on?" He replied that they had helped him on a job at the neighbors home in the recent past. This is where I realized that this was the next door neighbors previous home. I continued to walk through the rather huge house agitated before deciding to step outside. I'm not sure how I got there, but I somehow had wandered into the road and up my neighbors staircase. It was now dark. I went to find their front door and realized that their home was on the edge if a steep embankment, like our own, except there's was on the edge. There was a small path, lit by moonlight, leading down the embankment and onto the beach, where I notice a sparkling shoreline and people walking together. It had a very enchanting, yet dark feel to it. Next thing I remember is being inside the neighbors home. They were a couple in their early 70's, a woman and a man. The house had shades of maroon everywhere around the home. Large curtains covering the windows. They seemed to be from Cuba. The woman was very talkative, although I remember nothing she said besides thanking me for my husbands help and that she was glad to have us living next door. Her husband then came out of another room after her walking away and began to attempt to provoke me into sleeping with him. I quickly said my goodbyes and was suddenly back in my own home. Back in my home, I had the matter of dealing with the children because I wanted nothing more than for them to be gone. I had a bad feeling about them being there. I walked out to the back patio where it was heavily vegetated, but manicured with a tropical feel. The children were playing in some shed. Two young teenage girls walked out of the shed, pulling their pants down and walking towards a room on the side of the house, which made me look suspiciously at my husband. I don't know what I was thinking. I then found myself wandering into some room in the house I had never been in. It looked like it was the old man's "man cave" so to speak. He had erotic novels, statues of naked woman and men in glass cases. Gold casted phallic objects. There was a sound mixing board that looked like something out of a movie. Maroon or burgundy like his new home. I felt unsafe, like I was being watch. Then.... ....my daughter woke me up. I wish I could have stayed in that dream longer to figure it out.