Well first it started out that I had some kind of fight with my mom, so I went and hid in her RV to get away from everyone. It was night, so it was kinda scary. I remember seeing a sock on the floor.
So then the next part of my dream, I saw this pastor that I haven't seen in a while, and he gave me pictures he found of me when I got baptized. Then some friends came over and I told them a story about me calling in to the radio and the people thinking I was 9. And while I was telling my story, that same pastor started singing that "Michael Finnigan" song.
Now for the main part of my dream...
It was weird because I wasn't the main person in the dream. I was watching someone else, as if I was watching someone else's dream.
It started out with this girl (maybe in her 20's) who had a horrible accident: her house exploded while she was in it, but she survived. I saw the explosion happen.
I knew the girl was still living in fear from what happened to her. Next, I saw the girl at a gas station, and she saw her mom parked at the gas pump in front of her. I remember thinking "Poor girl. She's so afraid. What are the chances of a guy robbing her right now...".
Just then, this guy ran up to the girl and pulled a gun on her. He told her to get in the car, and don't drive away until her mom says "Mhm". Her mom was just pumping gas and didn't know all this was going on. She said "Mhm" as a goodbye to her daughter, and the girl and the guy with the gun started backing up slowly, and drove off.
Then I was at a wedding in the chapel of my old school. The bride and a bunch of people were figuring out important details about the wedding. The chapel looked pretty empty since people weren't really there yet. I walked in and was taking pictures of everything set up. Then more people started showing up, and the wedding was about to begin. The bride was on stage with the bridesmaids and groomsmen, smiling and waiting for the groom to come out. The audience was standing in front of the stage instead of sitting. While I was standing there, I looked diagonally to the right in front of me, and I saw that guy with the girl. He was holding on to her wrist so that she couldn't run away, and so that people couldn't tell anything was wrong. They were both dressed nice. Then the guy with the gun gave me some change; pennies, nickles and dimes, and then he yelled at the girl and took it back.
After the wedding, I walked into our backyard and sat by the pool. My sister was in the pool, and we started talking.
End of dream.
It was REALLY long and felt as real as a movie. I felt bad that I couldn't help the girl.
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