Everything I post is true. Here we go. About a week ago, I dreamt that I was coming home from somewhere with my mom. On the way back, maybe a mile 1/2 from my house, a demon somehow contacted me. It had chosen me, and it was like it was playing a game with me. It couldn't just kill me, there were rules. It sent me some type of riddle, which my mother and I interpereted as the demon killing her to protect me. She did. She gave me a gun (which looked very toylike) and hugged me before I left. I somehow returned to my mom's house, and the car she drives was in the carport SIDEWAYS IN A CAGE. I wasn't too messed up about it, and I thought, "Oh, I can get in there." I then walked around, only to see more cars. A shed from my dad's house was at my mom's house, which didn't phase me the least. I saw a red/black/white Beatle car with something like a curving, thick pole coming out of the front left side. It looked very cool, and expensive. Upon returning to my house, I sometimes saw a VERY expensive Lexus upside-down on the ceiling of my carport, and the carport had been made very tall, but it didn't feel tall. The car my mom drives' cage had been beaten up really bad, like huge dents. The car only appeared sometimes, and the hits to the cage didn't effect it; I got an eerie feeling that it was the demon, and I thought, "Oh no! It's just playing with me, it can kill me anytime." I got some notification on my cell phone that said, "Would you like to enter the dead zone?" I laughed carelessly, and pressed yes. (I don't even like the dead zone. I think that show is tastless, and crappy.) Then, I received a text message from my best friend, asking "Hey, wanna go to India?" and I thought, "I wonder if I should tell him he's the tool sending me to the dead zone?" (I never responded.). Somehow, my dad and I briefly spoke and he gave me 3-4 hand grenades that looked like they had been made out of colorful paper, and resembled the flashbang grenades from 007 Nightfire. Yeah, I haven't played that in years. I went inside my house, and never made much notice of it, but it was empty. I thought, "Where can I go safe?" I responded to myself, "Your brother's in Seattle." My plan was to contact him, and have him buy a plane ticket to send me to Seattle. (We did this during the summer) I also thought, "Well, this isn't going to ruin my life! I'm gonna need a job. I'll get my guitar, and be a musician." (I've already planned to be one. Oh, and I'm actually good, lol.) I did so. I don't remember what happened then; the dream changed. I was in a room with something that the demon had possessed, and it moved VERY slowly. I threw a handgrenade at it, and ran away. I didn't think the grenade would hurt me, and it didn't. Once outside, I saw another one. I got behind it, and choked it, but it just wouldn't die! After that, I saw the other one coming out of the room I was in with it. I thought for a second, pushed the possess-ee off me, and ran. Once again, I don't remember what happened, but I was back in my house. A lot of my family was there, it was a reenactment of a Christmas get-together. I found my mom, and after the grogginess wore off, I was extatic that she was alive. I told my story to certain members of my family, no one got too excited. Dad woke me up in real life to go to school. Probably matters, I was stoned before I slept. Losing my mom in the dream was an awful feeling. It really changed my life, I try to keep peace better with everyone. I don't want either of us to leave with harsh feelings. What could this mean?
Meditate on it. It might be kind of personal, but what religion are you? Have you ever had an accident with a car? Demon-type entities? Major issues with your mom? anything like that which might give some insight?
