What a Terrible Dream... -Evil King Stan-

This dream was quite terrible, I was never so happy to wake up in my life. I want to know if it means anything... Oh, and before I tell you the dream, I have to explain something- My father has died a little over a year ago, and so now it's just me, my mom, and my brother (I also have an aunt and uncle to I love like a second set of parents) and I am constantly worrying about losing someone else in my life (My fathers death has extremely effected my life) so this might be all the dream is, but I just want to know... (I remember this dream detail-for-detail, it was so vivid, so it might be slightly long. I'll try to make it as short as possible)

In my dream, I was dreaming that men broke in the house and tried killing my family, and at the end of teh dream, a fortune teller showed up and said "If you don't leave the house in five minutes, this will really happen! Now wake up!" So in my dream, I woke up, and tried telling my mom and brother that we had to get out of the house, but they said it was just a dream, and they wouldn't listen to me... Surely enough, in five minutes, two men walked into the back door of our home. We were all upstairs, and we looked over the railing, and saw them staring up at us. One of the men was black, with short black hair, green pants, black shirt, and a jean jacket. The other wore a black face mask, blue jeans, and a black jacket, and they both had guns. They quickly ran upstairs where we were, and started yelling at us, and told us that they were going to keep us hostage, in the house. So the one with the mask went downstairs to write a ransom note or something, and the other one stayed upstairs with us. I asked him "May I please go downstairs Mr?", He said "Yeah, go on." And I said "Thank you." (Those words seem to have stuck in my mind for some reason) So I went downstairs, and my mom followed after me. I heard shaking of her keys, so I figured we were going to try to escape and run to the car. In the kitchen (Where our back door is) me and my mom sat at the table, both the men were sitting there with us. My mom eventually made a quick dash for the door, and I followed after her. One of the men tried shooting her, but I ran in the way and took a bullet in the back. But it only hurt, and nothing else happened. I was still able to run and walk perfectly fine. So we ran to the car, and my mom began to start it, but I screamed "No! We can't!! Where's Robert?! (My brother) We can't leave without him!" At this point, I was bawling my eyes out. he was upstairs, in his room, and a minute or two later, he jumped out of the window, and ran to teh car, but one of the men shot his arm, and caught him. The other one came and dragged my mom out of the car... He put her against the hood of the car, and pressed the gun to her head, and yelled for me to get out. So I got out, still crying... Me and my brother both watched, and listened as he said he was going to blow my mom's brains out. I started screaming, and pleading for him to stop, and I tried running to stop him, but my feet wouldn't move. I had to stand there, and watch him to shoot my mom in the head, and then he turned around and killed my brother. I fell to my knees crying, but, thank god, I woke up...

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