I had this dream three nights ago but I still have difficulty thinking about it. What comes to mind is how I tried to show people that something was wrong but no one listened. I tried to remove my sister and myself from danger but she was killed and I was trapped. Also of note is how I addressed my uncle and my sister by their proper names, something I hardly ever did. Everything else is pretty typical for my dreams. I woke with a sick feeling and a heavy feeling of loss as if my sister had actually died. Most of the time I’d rather I died in my dreams than my sister. She’s usually torn apart by something in some horribly, painful death with lots of screaming and in a way where there’s nothing at all I can do to stop it. I hate dreams like this.
—– Dream from August 28th, 2010 —–
The dream started out with our family having a cook out. The house was in the middle of a forest, it was huge on the outside but small on the inside. My uncle was outside with 7 of my cousins playing some sort of game but when I went to check on them later he had them paired up and taking milk shots off of their belly buttons. Each child was paired with another child and he had a little boy under him licking milk from his stomach. When I saw it I yelled to him to stop. I told him he was wrong. I called him by name so that the children knew I was talking to the uncle and not them.
I went inside the house to tell my aunt what her husband was doing. I told her that at one point it looked like the uncle was giving a little boy oral sex. In the dream I didn’t put it that way, I put it in a way that was objectionable to the aunt. Once that phrase came out of my mouth she was no longer willing to listen to me. She wanted to water down what was happening out there so she told me, can’t you allow yourself to see what happened in a different light? I was angry but tried to keep calm. I told her, until I said “blow job” you were angry. You know this is wrong, even if you don’t like how I said it you know what he’s doing is wrong.
That aunt went to the door and told my uncle to leave the kids alone then she went back to cleaning the house. I told my sister I didn’t want to stay any longer and lets go. We grabbed our bags and started to leave but we realized our trek through the forest would be long, we would need provisions if we were to make it all the way home.
In the back of the property there was a storage area where fresh loaves of bread were kept. We decided to go there and pick up a few loaves for the trip home. Once we got back there we saw a lion in a large enclosure, which we’d forgotten was a family pet. We walked passed it to get our bread then walked by it once more. The sister decided she wanted to throw it some bread but I told her it wasn’t a good idea. I noticed a hole in the fence that was big enough for him to tear through so I suggested we just keep on going. The sister started throwing bread at the fence then decided to open the gate and put bread in. When I saw her go for the gate I called her by her full name and yelled No! I can count on one hand the times I called my sister by her full and proper name, but this time I yelled the whole thing. She opened the gate, the lion rushed it and snatched her up. I could hear her screaming but I knew there was nothing I could do. I refused to watch as my sister was torn apart and eaten. I just couldn’t watch it.
I saw a second empty enclosure so I ran in there and bolted the door. I figured I’d be safe there, the lion couldn’t get in once the door was bolted closed. My sister eventually stopped screaming, I knew she was dead. I woke up from there.