Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 11:32 am
This is perhaps one of the earliest dreams that I can remember in my childhood. I once dreamed that my dad was sitting on a stool. I go up to him and start tugging on his arm. At first, it's a playful game of tug of war. Then my dad starts begging me to stop, gently at first. Then, he desperately shouts for me to stop. I couldn't understand why he was upset. Then, his arm rips midway between the elbow and the shoulder. I stood there, shocked as me dad starts to bleed profusely.
What shocked me most of all was that he was crying/wailing. I've never seen him cry in real life, so it's shocking even to this day. Then, I wake up.