Woke up from a dream mom and I couldn’t leave the house (the area and the house were unrecognizable) due to a group shooting other people next door. I can’t remember if this was a local gang, terrorist, or religious or ethnic cleansing group but we knew we didn’t fit “their people,” and because we fell under “other,” going outside to flee would get us killed.
We were on the floor in the kitchen hugging and trying to figure out a plan like when and how to leave. The risk wasn’t going to dissipate at any time but we knew they’d start moving east, and by January or February we’d be guaranteed dead if we hadn’t left before then. This might actually be in my top 3 of worst stress dreams.
It’s 4:52am, wtf.