- ~ This dream was fuckin insane. so much happened, especially supernatural themes, adopted parents and them knowing I was there.
The dream starts out with me getting my spot ready to sleep on the floor on a mattress. This was in the middle of the living room or something, as my family were up and about. quick spoilers but in this dream I was adopted so none of them are biological family. I had my sleeping bag on top a mattress, with various bags strewn about. trying to organize everything to my liking and then noticed my sword followed me there. this was sometime in the pitch black night. looking around, the room I was in had a doorframe to a hallway on 1 end and the opposite wall had opened up fully into another room. no one wanted a light turned on apparently. I just kept sorting my stuff and went to bed.
woke up, in the dream, I got ready and left but wasn’t fully awake till mom, dad, and I got to our destination. they told me to take my things out of my bags and prepare for danger since we were responding to a client’s call of a house with otherworldly activity. my parents weren’t just paranormal investigators, they had heavy ties in the supernatural. they had their own artifacts and enchanted items, communications with deities, and various spells and knowledge. So at the car I emptied my bags and got my gear on. just belts, pouches, and weapons. the containers held alchemical substances and catalysts or basic utility things like rope. weapon wise I had a bit much. there was my in dream dagger and sword, both of which my dream-self enchanted and could be seen with greenish white runes. then there was my sword.
after gearing up we walked up and unlocked the door, the car ride here and this bit were all blurry. once we were inside things were more vivid and I was more there. we looked around the place, didn’t discern anything majorly important so we went into investigative mode. dad had a lead so he went with that. mom wanted to sit and talk with me a bit, she was more perceptive. she noted my new sword, along with observing different mannerisms. I caught on to her knowing I wasn’t their child tho she still considered me so, just from elsewhere.
at this point I was very present in the dream and had near perfect vision. mom confronted me about things but quietly, dad overheard and got upset. I asked if they knew methods I could use to ground myself there more to which dad said “don’t even think about it, it’s dangerous and you’re not supposed to be here”. I could sense he didn’t want me there. mom also refused as she didn’t want me to get stuck, not that I would. I dismissed it and did my own techniques. they asked questions of me and I of them, can’t recall to well.
realizing I didn’t describe my adoptive parents, both white. dad had a millennial style spiked upwards haircut, all grey hairs and about medium men length. he was built pretty well, exercises and generally had muscle and strength to throw around. easily 200 pounds of muscle, about 6 feet tall. mom was skinny, dark brown long hair past shoulders but with some parts dyed lightly orangish red. she was probably 150 pounds, 5’ 8-10” range? dad was more headstrong, get the task done, make sure everyone’s safety is first and that there’s no sudden things to worry about. mom was more accommodating, inquisitive, and had the mind set that things are how they must be. not sure all I was wearing but I know I was shorter than them, probably younger than I am irl, wearing a t-shirt and jeans maybe. couldn’t see my hair, so it was much shorter than I like it.
dad argues with me over what I’m doing and how I’m intruding, mom wants to know more about what I’m doing there but also didn’t like I seemingly possessed her child. they both were concerned with the fact I had a sword follow me there and probably picked up a general vibe of what I am. dad kept trying to refocus on the task but kept being distracted with my presence, he didn’t like that. the house then got overrun suddenly by animated volcanic rock like beings. they resembled humans but sharp jagged rock edges of an obsidian and gold rock like combination. their arms already as weapons formed of sharpened obsidian. mom got caught off guard and was stabbed pretty fatally. I unsheathed my sword, adjusting myself towards them in a defensive pose. dad got insanely pissed off, then saw mom get stabbed and went berserk, he ran over to her but got cut off and ran upstairs. I battled my way over and shut the door going up. as I got up there, he was cursing and pouring a mixture of broken glass from the windows and salt on the ground in a large circular formation.
I asked what he was doing, he responded by saying this would ward off those rock creatures and may even stop me. it was a protective circle so he could calm down, I figured. as he finished up, I talked him through my game plan and helped with the circle a bit. he accused me of killing mom, obviously overblown reaction since I didn’t kill her. he says I took his son away. me now realizing I was in a younger male version of me’s body but I’m a trans-girl. it all made more sense now, I was exhibiting my mannerisms and voice tone the whole time which was feminine and how they caught on so quick. he also thinks I’m just a killer in general and not just mom. so he kept misgendering me, cussing me out, saying if I hadn’t shown up things would be fine. I had thoughts going through my head and wanted to tug at them and say it probably ended better because I was there. he got pissed at that, I held back pushing further and saying that I’m a girl, like it or not this is how I am, and if this was younger me, “she” was this way too.
he finished his circle and stepped in, calming down visibly but still tensed up to see if it worked. I stepped in, he tensed up more thinking it failed. with great assurance I told him it’s working, it’s just I’m not that kind of threat.
skip further into the dream after that’s all over and we go home. I’m just walking into the house and I become super lucid again. dad still pissed tf off, slamming doors and bags onto the ground. I start looking through family photos in the living room, there’s a great many. my vision ramps up and I’m able to make out entire faces and read their names on the frame in handwritten ink. dad notices, sighs, and seems to comment something of acknowledgement I was there again. seeing pics of my adoptive family was cool, they looked generally fun and nice but as for being trans, idk man.
my siblings came home, all older than me and in their mid 20s I’d guess. after looking intently through photos, my vision started fading, I could make out the pics and dad, the house, but not my siblings. they did notice something different about me, found it strange, must have heard from dad as they steered clear of me. I felt rejected.
dream fades into me going home with levi in the smart car. except as I’m becoming aware, levi is becoming more unconscious. so I unbuckled my seatbelt, got up to put my leg through drivers side and step on the peddles while I steered to side of the road from coasting. levi woke up a bit as I was getting out of the car and walking to their side. asked what happened and what I was doing. as far as I could tell, they passed out from severe lack of food or sugar. This part of the dream was quite vivid but not insanely so, mostly just freaking out.
woke up and I was back at my adoptive parents house, couldn’t remember much detail about what happened. though it seemed it was now early night and I was given space to calm down and adjust. fell back asleep anyway.
woke up in levi and I’s room except there were noises. I felt I needed to investigate so I flung myself out of bed and grabbed my sword. it was all so real. prepared myself to swing at something but nothing was there. investigated around then hesitantly put it back.
woke up again but irl, drifting in and out of sleep between irl and adoptive parents place. then I got up to type this.