Last night I had a dream that looped back in on its self. It was really weird... I'll try and keep it as brief as I can.

I was in an abandoned field with another girl. We were scared and frightened. There was a group of about 7-10 teenage boys who had pen knives and gasoline and were forcing us to do sexual things lest they set us on fire or stab us.

Eventually I began to run and jumped in a car that my partner was driving. We drove through a post-apocalyptic waste area and up hills. All around us were dismantled robots (like those black and white dancing robots kids toys from the 90's.) A guy ran out in front of the car and I got out to confront him. He said "Hey, can you help me rob -a convienience store from my old home town-" and in my dream I made a concious decision to refuse as I am well aware robbing places is bad!

I went to get back in the car but it was gone and so was the man robber. I continued up a hill where there was a dead yellow budgerigar in a cage. My grandfather (who is still alive irl) was standing at the top of the hill. He asked me "I'm going to be gone soon. Would you be able to clean out my wallets?" and he handed me a box of old wallets. They were a timeline of his life. There were old ratty ones with old black and white pictures of people I didn't know... Old receipts and business cards... but every one of them had brand spanking new banknotes in them. Blue tens, red twenties and golden fifties all clean and not creased. Even in his old wallets. I piled up all the money and then handed it to him. He smiled. A car pulled up and my father was driving.

We drove down an old road... well it was more wire fences on either side of a strip of dead grass allowing one car to pass through. Beside the car a black cat was running along... springing from tree to tree up and over fences and obstacles (like how little kids use their fingers as legs to run along the window of the car.) As we were driving my dad was telling me a story... I forget the exact words but it was about a family that had a black cat and didn't want it anymore so they took it out into the wilderness and left it to die.

As he finished the story another car approached us. It was a small, run down VW beetle car (I'm not a car person... I don't know what the real name is!) and a lady got out. She had frizzy hair and appeared to be of half aboriginal and half caucasian decent. I got out of the car too as only one car could fit on the road. As I got out from the back of her car she produced a small dead christmas tree with YET ANOTHER black cat on it which she chucked over the fence that lined the "road."

When I turned around my dads car was there but my dad wasn't. I don't know how to drive his car so it couldn't be moved. The lady went to reverse her car but it wouldn't start either. we were trapped until one of us noticed that there was a wire gate in one of the fences. We opened it and continued down a similar path. (Wire fences creating an alley) everywhere the grass was dead. Either side on the OTHER side of the fence were masses of black cats. As if someone was farming and harvesting black cats.

We continued further and in the distance I began to hear a rumbling... It got louder and louder... growling... we saw a hole in the fence in the distance where there were cuts in the wire. It looked sharp, rusty and painful but we were ready to take that risk when out of nowhere a dogs head popped through it. It was growling and barking and rabid. All of it's skin was caught on the wire fence, being peeled and shredded off it's face. Yet, it wasn't in pain, it was just angry. It's eyeballs were fully exposed as the lids were caught on the fence. They were yellow and bloodshot with big black pupils.

We walked on the other side of the fence avoiding the dogs biting jaws and sharp teeth trying to lash out at us. In my dream I remember thinking "How weird that someone has a black dog on a black cat farm."

We continued walking when we ran into a man (it was the man from earlier who begged me to rob the convienience store with him) and he said "OI! I got the keys to the place... take the cash register for me!" and yet again I was like "uuuhhh.... no." and we kept walking where we were met with the teenage boy gang from the start of the dream. I turned and realised the woman I was walking with was the girl from the start. I began running but it was as if I was running through honey I could hardly move.

Soon the gang walked up to me and the leader brought out his pen knife. I went to kick it out of his hand but my agility was still affected by this weird, slow, honey-like state and he simply grabbed my leg and cut it one time. I began to cry, I was scared. He said "You girls are going to go in there and get the cash register for us." I was shaking by now "Please don't make me do it... I'll do anything else... I'll hold the knife for you!"

The guy said something like "Why would anyone be scared of a girl holding a knife?"

He then doused me in gasoline and threatened to strike a match if I didn't do it.

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Then I woke up. During the night apparently I rolled over, opened my eyes and said to my partner "There will be a death soon. Buffy (my dog), Dad or Grandpa. One of them" and then I just shut my eyes again.

I think the biggest part that irks me is the farm of black cats. None of my family is in terribly ill health at the moment so the whole thing is really weird and unexpected. Any thoughts?