And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.*

So, I've always had really vivid dreams, and I tend to remember a lot of them.  I also would really like to go to someone and have them analyze my dreams, because they are INSANE.

Example, this weekend, I had the following dream:

I had to drive home and visit my mom and dad.  While there, I was given notice that we were going to be killed that night because my dad had pissed off some important people by talking too much about global warming and pollution.  However, since I KNEW what was going to happen, I had a chance of stopping it.

So, that night, I am looking out the window and see an old white beater car pull up and I knew they were the ones.  I screamed for everyone to stay out of range of the windows b/c they were here to kill us and ran to the kitchen to grab knives and other weapons I could find.  Where, by the way, my mom apparently keeps bolt cutters and garden shears in her knife drawer.  

My dad came downstairs to get us to all go hide in the garage and told us he had called my grandma and grandpa (which is weird enough to begin with, but I couldn't understand why my dad would even THINK to call and have them come over and stop the people from shooting us).  Then, he comments how they were a day away from moving to Paris and this shit happened (um, he never mentioned to anyone he was moving to Paris, this was the first I was hearing of it).  

So we're cowering in the garage, and I'm pissed at him and yelling at him that he was moving to Paris, and why didn't he bother to tell us, and my grandma knocks on the garage window.  And she and grandpa had pulled up in his old Crown Vic and were standing outside the window, and my dad made a comment that those guys wouldn't be coming back even if the Crown Vic did have a great motor.

The cops eventually showed up, and my dad was outside trying to explain what happened to them by doing some weird interpretive dance with the lady detective while I was upstairs packing a suitcase and being super pissed, because I was told I had to enter the witness protection agency and would have to leave everyone I knew that day and couldn't say goodbye.  And I was so mad to have to leave all my friends, and not show up at C's wedding, and everyone would just think I was an ass for standing them up and they would all hate me.

So.

Yeah.

Anyone?  Interpret?  I would REALLY like to know what's going on in my messed up mind.

*Bright Eyes