It was a very lucid dream where I woke up on the floor in front of my entry door.
I dreamed that there was a big white van that was crashing violently through my entry doors, the van had only one headlight and only there was 1 door. Not two like I have.
The van belonged to my handyman, who we’ve known for 7 years and love dearly. But, there was no driver.
I was trying to stop the van.
I tried to run to my kids beds, there were no kids. Beds were perfectly made and I was frozen. Then I had to wake up.
Scared the c-rap out of me… and it’s been bothering me for a couple of weeks now and I have about 3 different interpretations.
*The weird thing is, I don’t dream anymore, at least when I sleep.