I am running from something that wants me dead. I run through a burning carnival, never seeing my pursuer, but knowing if I stop I'll die. My dad shouts at me from a truck, and tells me to jump in. I jump into the back for refuge. I tell him to go, to get out of here, but he won't move.
Now I am in a garage that feels like a basement living area with a circle rug similar to one we had when I was a kid. I'm training to fight with a group of guys. I jump on ones back, trying to pull him to the ground. He tells me that I have to come closer, so I hold him tighter. He pulls my arms even tighter around him. He then tells me to bring my face closer, so I do until our cheeks are almost touching. This feels more like an embrace or cuddle rather than an attack. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of April 28th, 2013
Real-life characters: Dad.
Dream-created characters: Guys in garage.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Carnival, truck, garage.
Precognitive: No occurrences.
Reoccurring: No.