Bad Dream

I hate having bad dreams.. I hate waking up from bad dreams... I hate being alone when I wake up from a bad dream...

Last night's dream was pretty weird. I can't remember how it started off.. but somewhere into it I was involved in an event that happened a long time ago. Some boat was sinking, but it was a smaller boat, not the Titanic. We were in a huge pool, so that was odd, but saving ourselves from a sinking boat was made easy. Then I remember going to a huge house with all the people on the boat - no familiar faces at all were around me. Then I remember someone said that we have no time because "the British were coming! the British were coming"... and the next thing I knew a group of us peeked through the blinds in a window and saw an entire troop of a British army right in front of the window. I remember a woman saw us peek through and looked in and pointed at us... and I remember hitting the window back. Then we ran...

Someone first tried hiding in an attic, but for some reason that didn't work. Then I remember getting on top of a refrigerator... and trying to use all the stuff on top of there to hide me. At one point it worked... then someone came in and said to use a blanket so I did. The British never came in the house and got any of us... but some mafia gang did. They were in the house and they slammed someone's face against the wall and gave them a huge knot on their head, but no blood.

I tried covering myself with the blanket while I was on top of the fridge, but as soon as they walked in I had everything covered except my head. One of the mafia guys walked over to me and picked up the blanket  a little and put it back down. From that point I didn't move and just tried pretending like I wasn't trying to hide from them. I kept hoping my "cuteness" would save me.. and I guess it did because the gang never messed with me, or anyone else for the rest of my dream.

Then somewhere further along in my dream I ended up in a house. I was with my mom and there were "vampire-like" people in there.. doing harm to people. I told my mom to run with me to escape them, and to not go to any familiar house that they could connect to us. I told her "Run to Aunt Susan's!" So we did, and we escaped them... but then I somehow found myself back in the same house and spending the rest of my dream protecting Kaison.. and another baby. Apparently I had twins or something in my dream. But I spent the rest of my dream so scared that the vampires would try harming him.. I was scared to death. More scared than when "the British were coming" and the mafia gang and found me. This dream woke me up at 3AM. I stayed up until 430AM.. needless to say I'm sleepy.

Being the person that I am.. I googled what the meaning of being chased in my dream might mean. All the results I came across stated that I am running away from something, not necessarily a person... possibly a feeling. After sitting on it for quite some time, I think I have an understanding of what my dream meant... and what I was running away from, and why I was protecting my son...and even why my mom was the person to escape with me. Regardless, it still sucks to have a bad dream...