The one where my parents aren't scared enough (part 936381)

Date: 9/10/2017

What I remember was that we had a cat that turned into a snake. It was a kitten that didn't really look like any of the cats we have in real life. It was a red snake with black and yellow spots until you picked it up, then it turned into a bicolor tabby kitten that was always being held by the scruff of the neck. I would take its container (bc snake) that looked like a Tupperware bowl or something, and go play with it. Since it was a snake most of the time it would just wrap around my hand and fingers, but when I went to put it back in it was always a kitten until it was back inside the container where it turned into a snake once again. The container had a few inches of dirt in it with some fake plants too, but once I picked up the container to tell mom that she'd have to feed it and stuff because I was leaving somewhere the next day, and I noticed that it had so much dirt that there were maybe two inches of free space at the top of it with a bunch of little plants growing in there along with the fake ones. Since I was leaving somewhere the next day my dad was working on a car for me. I think he basically went out and bought a new Honda like my mother's but I don't remember why. Anyways, he was working on it for a while, and he told me he'd finished so I could take a look. I never looked at the car besides through a window from inside which is how I saw that he got me the same car my mother has. Next I was in a room (maybe mine?). I think I'd sat the snake bowl down and was gonna walk back into the living room where dad was watching television, but when I looked through the window on the door leading to the living room I noticed that part of it was missing. But the missing piece had straight edges so I thought someone had cut it out rather than broken it with something. So I backed up but kept watching long enough to see this little tool or something poking around that hole, so then I knew someone was doing something bad, though I didn't know what. So I go left away from the door and into this cubicle we apparently have in this house to find this guy. I can't remember who, but they were like an adult just in a proportionally small body. Anyways, I get this person from the cubical and have them look at the little window too, but by this time the window has been put back together again with only obvious lines showing where cuts were made. Then we turn around so our backs are to the door to see this flashing light. We both notice that it's coming from a little rectangular device sticking out around one of the ceiling tiles. It was moving around and we sort of understood that it was taking photos. So the person runs over there and steps onto a chair or something to snatch this device from whoever is in the ceiling, then he runs it over to me. It's a shiny metal grey with black buttons on it. I run it into the living room where both of my parents now sit and try to tell them what's going on, showing them the device. They are acting only minimally concerned which frustrates me, so I talk louder. I ask mom to call the police while I squat behind the couch between them, but she keeps telling me to do it, so I spot my phone on the end table across the room and run over to get it before coming back behind the couch (which is like 3 feet away from the wall, idk). I try typing 911 a few times but I keep deleting it because the numbers were coming out wrong, like 2356 and things like this. So while I'm attempting to call the police this new man steps into the room and says something I can't remember and points this silver rectangular thing at me. He's wearing grey and white I noticed when I looked up, and when he finishes saying whatever it was he looked at me, and I turned my body into the couch as I heard a little 'click' noise. At this point I knew that the thing in his hands was a taser, so I heard the noise and waited for a stinging feeling of the hook piercing my skin, but I never felt one. After a second of waiting I felt myself fall over and I could feel myself making these sort of spastic movements and my lips were shaking too, but none of it hurt. It was like everything in the dream faded out and into black before I opened my eyes having woken up.