I dreamed that I lived in the Soviet Union, which is now Russia, but considering this dream took place in the past it was the Soviet Union. I lived in a rather large broken down and creepy house. It was only one story and it was very long and narrow. This house was divided into two sections, on one section lived my family and I and on another side lived a Soviet army. Something just didn't feel right there nor did I feel safe in this home. One night as I was sleeping in this dream a Soviet soldier crept into my room pulled out a gun and attempted to kill me. My father ran in with a gun and shot the man down. I hid under my cover and was awake the whole time. By the time it was supposed to be morning it was still dark. As if the days just ran into each other. As time passed on I learned that this family was trying to kill my family. Obviously I became paranoid and feared for my very life. I also came to learn that my father was an American soldier sent to kill these members of the Soviet Union. Nights continued and I would find Soviet soldiers trying to kill me. Eventually I stole one of my dad's guns to protect myself during the night. Once again a person crept into my room and tried to kill me. This time I took out the gun and shocked them, and as I turned on the light I realized it was my best friend. I was horrified. I had to leave that place. I tried to convince my father that we had to leave this place but he insisted we stay here because we had to kill the soviets. Later I found with electrical tape that if you threw on someone it would shock them to death. I continued to kill these people for safety measures but my mind began to fall to pieces mentally. After my father watching me degrade he decided to move, and we moved into this other house with this older lady where her hair was wrapped up in a black bun. The home was in terrible conditions but had many rooms. Later I found myself standing by the glass door of the house and this zombiefied old man came up and handed me a plate of cookies threw the glass. He walked away and a dog jumped out of nowhere and began to eat the cookies. I began to scream for I felt that they were cursed by the Soviets and it turned out I was right. As soon as the dog at them his flesh began to rot and melt upon the floor. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and blood trailed all along his body. The dog went rabid and began to attack every living and breathing thing. It began to attempt and kill it's self. It ran out through the glass and thrust it's self into a car. Of course it died. I ran to the back yard searching for my father who was standing by this grill there was on fire. I pushed him away from the fire and it exploded. Other people had died from the fire and I cried on my father. He had lived, but he wouldn't for long. A bunch of Soviet popped out of the fences and began to shoot at us. They shot my father and he died in my arms. I had no choice but to leave the body and run. I ran as fast as I could down a long dreary dark road. The sky was a dull green and fences were all around me. The only thing I had to defend myself was a gun.
My dreams are always so odd :I