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In January of lat year I had a disturbing dream involving my father and a gun. Two nights ago I had another dream along those same lines, only this time it involved my mother. We were planning to go to my aunt's block party on Sunday (which we did) so on Saturday night I had a dream. I dreamt that my mother had her car parked up the block facing the correct way, since it was a one way street (which is was on Sunday) and she and I and a younger cousin were sitting in the car. I was in the front seat and she was in the driver's seat and the younger cousin was sitting in the back seat directly behind me. I knew that we weren't leaving, we were just sitting in her car. So for some reason I got out of the car to bring this younger cousin (who upon further examination turns out to not actually exist in my real family at all) back to his mother presumably. I go to take him out of the back seat and it turns out that he's impossibly tiny. I mean, he could fit into one of my hands comfortably. He was small. But seeing as how this was in a dream, it didn't seem out of the ordinary to me at all. So then this white guy comes up to the car and closes the back seat door as I've just gotten my cousin out of the car. I just look at him with suspicion and awkwardly thank him as I walk away while still looking back at him. Then I see him get into the front seat of my mom's car and point a gun at her while telling her "Shut your shit..." and I don't know why I didn't go back to do something about it. I guess it's because I wanted to get my younger cousin to safety first. But in the dream the thought to help my mother never crossed my mind. The next thing I know, I'm sitting in my aunt's house on the floor with some of my other relatives and telling them what happened. I don't know how I found out this information in the dream but I somehow came across the knowledge that my mother's right thumb had been shot off by the guy. What the hell? Seriously. What the hell is wrong with me?