freud would have really had a field day with this one...

now, i know that i've had some pretty weird and scary dreams in the past, but i think the one i had this morning was pretty high up there in terms of scary-factor:

this dream took place in the far future... and for some apparent reason which i couldn't quite figure out in the dream, robocop (yes, THE robocop) was chasing after my dad and i in an attempt to kill us in our very own house (which actually still pretty much looked the same as it does now, except completely in shambles due to post-robocop rampage). throughout most of the dream, my dad and i screamed at the top of our lungs as we ran through falling debris and down crumbling stairs, desperately trying to escape from the continuous lazer-bullet-type gunfire.

we had finally reached a safe haven behind these large steel crates (because for some odd reason, over the years we had accumulated a huge collection of them in our house), and took cover for a brief moment or two. suddenly my dad pulls out this gargantuan lazer-bullet gun and begins shooting directly at me, with a rather disturbingly cheery disposition on his face. blood was spurting everywhere, except, i just wouldn't die. being the genius that i was (and still am) i instantly figured out that it was my determination and perseverance to live that prevented me from dying (of course! ... *shaking head*) and instead of dying, i kept yelling and begging him to stop shooting at me. and magically out of the gunsmoke, a lazer-gun had miraculously found itself in my own grip, giving me the opportunity to shoot back at my dad, who also for some freak reason wouldn't die.

... and just when things couldn't have gotten any worse, my dad suddenly morphed into robocop himself.

the last time a dream had scared me to the point of tears was when i was 10. i had dreamt that my mother had turned into a buldozer-steamer-machine-shaped monster that was on a one-track mission to flatten me, and in the process, somehow managed to turn the rest of my family into blood-thirsty vampires. :oS

i remember waking up this morning in a cold sweat, frantically worrying while i checked my entire body for bullet-lazer wounds, tears continuously streaming from my eyes. i then hid under my blanket and forced myself to think of happy non-violent-robocop-affiliated things...

of course, after telling my parents about my dream this evening, it didn't help very much when my dad thought that it would be rather cute to pretend to shoot me with make-believe guns that he made with his fingers, complete with imitated lazer-sound accompaniment.

... to say the least, i found it pas drole. yeeesh.