Psycho lady trying to kill me in a tree

Date: 9/29/2018

The first thing I remember I’m climbing in this tree and I have my daughter with me who seems to be about three or so. It’s totally dark out and cool and breezy. I look down and this woman is standing next to her idling SUV. She’s holding a shotgun and pointing it right at us. I try to tell her not to shoot us, but the woman is just furious and won’t hear any of it. My daughter is scared and asking me what’s going on and whatnot. I tell her it’s okay and that I’ll keep her safe. I tell her we need to keep climbing. We start climbing, which makes psycho lady even angrier and now she’s actively taking aim at us. Me and my daughter start wriggling around the tree to always stay on the opposite side from her. She shoots at us several times but somehow always manages to miss. My mind is racing trying to figure out how to make this end. We’re the ones in the tree, she holds all the cards. Then I remember that I have my phone. Brilliant! I’ll call the police! Only problem, she’s calling them right now and giving some fake story where she’s the victim and I’m the bad guy! She hangs up and gives me a knowing smirk that says “good luck now”. I don’t care, I’m calling anyway. I do my best to convince the 911 operator that yes I do need help, and no that last call wasn’t true. I can tell the woman is starting to believe. The woman with the shotgun gets angry and fires another round at us, which is all the 911 lady needs to be fully convinced. Shotgun lady realizes her mistakes and tromps into the house. My house. I wriggle down the tree and into the house as well, yelling at her to get out. I’m not sure why I’m so bold, but I don’t think she had a gun anymore or at least no bullets, so that likely had something to do with it. She keeps poking around through all the rooms and stuff as if she’s trying to memorize every nook and cranny. We have a screaming match in the kitchen, while I’m still trying to tell the lady on the phone what’s going on. Her dog and my dog are running all over the house like crazy. I tell the woman again to get out and finally she’s agreeing to go. We walk into the living room and her dog (a big, old reddish golden retriever) has peed a literal puddle on my couch. It’s a deep brown and just nasty. Like a gallon of it. I set the phone down so that I can usher the woman out with one hand and grab her dog by the collar with the other, and then use my legs to keep my dog (a big white puffball named Camilla apparently) from chasing out the door too. I tell the woman “I’d almost keep your dog for myself considering how you treat it! She gasps and scowls and is about to say something more but I interrupt. “But I won’t! Because I want you to leave me alone!” I shove the dog out the door and watch them get into the big SUV and pull away. I run back and get the phone and relay the new information to the 911 lady. Several rushed sentences in I realize she isn’t answering me about anything. I look down and see that she’s hung up on me!! I tell myself it’s fine, that police are already on their way and that they’ll be there soon. I’ve already locked up all the doors and I’ve left everything else untouched so that no evidence is disturbed. Whatever lights were on I just left on. I stand at the side door looking out at the street. It’s pouring down rain in sheets. My hearts is still pounding. Every car that passes I think it’s going to be the cops, but then it’s not. I start wondering how long it could possibly take. Then I realize that the woman had never asked my address. She hadn’t even asked my name! Anxiety builds back up but I reassure myself it’s fine. They probably traced my location. At last I see a cop car go by, but it doesn’t stop it just keeps going. Now I know something’s got to be up. No one is coming to help me. I contemplate calling again, but then I wonder if I really do need someone to come. I’m not in danger anymore so what are they going to do? I start walking around to the front of the house and freeze when I see a figure standing outside one of the windows. It’s very dark but I can tell it’s a girl, and she’s just staring at the house, inspecting it as if trying to memorize every feature. She doesn’t seem to notice me so I creep closer to the wall. She’s pointing something at the house. A first I think it’s just a camera. Then I’m convinced it’s a gun. I look a third time and I have no idea if my eyes are playing tricks on me or not. I crawl as close to the wall as possible out of her sight. I curse myself for leaving the lights on and the blinds drawn up. All she has to do is look in the other windows and she’d see me completely. Now I know that this whole ordeal isn’t over so I definitely need to call the police again. I frantically dial 911 and hurriedly explain the situation and that now people are surround my house trying to kill me. I’m crawling across the floor trying to get to a safer room. I try to turn on a light, but realize the power is out—except it’s not. There are still lamps and a bedroom light on—left from the other psycho lady who’d turned them on. Somehow all the power was out in my house except the things the woman had turned on. Someone was coming in the door. I woke up in a sweat at 4 am. It was right as my fridge shifted off too and for a sleep addled moment I was convinced my power had just gone off or something.

AI generated interpretation This dream could be interpreted as a reflection of your anxieties and fears. The woman with the shotgun likely symbolizes a feeling of being overwhelmed or threatened by someone or something in your life. Climbing the tree with your daughter is likely a reflection of your desire to protect her and keep her safe. The woman with the shotgun calling the police could represent your feelings of powerlessness or feeling like no one is listening to your side of the story. The second woman peering into the windows could be a feeling of not being able to protect yourself or feeling like someone or something is out to get you. The darkness and the rain could represent a feeling of isolation or fear of the unknown. The dream could be a reflection of your own anxieties and fears, and a reminder to take care of yourself and protect yourself.