Intruder

Date: 3/22/2019

I was sitting at the dining table with Mum who was holding a baby that I guess was ours, Dad and someone else or some other people whom I don’t recall now. A guy opens the door and says that he is the strongest guy in the world and tells us his name (part of me thinks that Dad was actually the one who said that he is known as the strongest guy in the world and the guy was actually just trying to say something but no sound was coming out but I really don’t know). Dad says he is known as a crazy guy and says Martha from MAFS (an Australian reality TV show currently on air) said that we should give him permission to trespass (weird, I know). So, Dad closes the door on the guy who then proceeds to walk around the house to the kitchen door. I freak out and tell Dad to go lock the door and the other doors before he gets in but for some reason, Dad won’t budge. Again, like the dream I had last night, it’s almost as if I’m invisible, but this time it is obvious that he knows I’m there because he’s looking at me but he just WON’T say anything. So, the guy gets in the kitchen door and I freak out (silently) but no one moves or does anything at the table yet I am freaking out and wondering why the hell no one is doing anything. We hear him open the pantry door and get a pack of chips or something. I am sitting at the end of the table where he would be able to see me if he walked around the corner so I quietly get up and move to crouch behind Dad’s chair. I try to talk to Dad but he’s not saying anything and I tell him what if the guy comes around to us because he knows where we are and Dad says he knows but he still won’t do or say anything. It’s as if he doesn’t care, he just keeps half smiling as if nothing is happening. I just assume that he will retaliate if the guy comes around the corner. I wait there for a while and listen to the guy ruffling around in the kitchen, getting a bowl and pouring the chips in and stuff. I get the idea that maybe I can take the baby and go downstairs to at least save ourselves. I take the baby and remember thinking how cute it was, it was so small that I could hold it in one hand. I also take my phone. Mum says stay with Joely (my name) to the baby. I open the door that we previously locked on the guy and go past the table outside where a big plate of twisties and a smaller bowl of twisties is on the table. I assume that he put them there because they weren’t there before. I think I hear the guy coming outside (well, I sort of assume he is coming) so I run downstairs but somehow make barely any noise and lock the door to my room. I think to myself I should lock Zac’s room too so he can’t get into my room from there (we have a Jack and Jill) and remember being scared to do it. Dream ended there. I woke up wondering if I should call triple 000 and thinking to myself that I should have asked Mum that before I came downstairs but I can’t tell if that was when I was still in the dream or not. It seems I’m having this recurring theme of people not listening to me or people acknowledging me but not saying anything in return, just looking at me, maybe that means something. If anyone knows or thinks that it means something, please tell me.