Dream About Building A Treehouse With Friends And Talking To A Red Bird

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I had a dream that started off as my birthday and me and my friends went into the woods and we started building a house, a tree house, it was a really, really cool tree house and we ended up making two or three different bases and the vines came down all around so it felt like a hidden garden or like, I don't know, it felt magical. My friend showed up and it was weird because I hadn't seen her in a while and she was dressed in all black but kind of slutty and we were very confused My friend has to leave early, though we do become good friends with her, and we don't want her to leave, but her mom ends up making her leave two days after working on the treehouse. The day after she leaves, my friends have to leave, too. Their parents drive them out in their cars. After I release my little red bird, who I had as a pet, I somehow talk to the bird after giving it a cozy spot for a bed. And it said something like, it was very happy to be here, and it shouldn't have a great life before. I leave and head back to my house where my parents are planning on selling my dog. We go to meet the new owners, check out the house before giving them my dog. The couple we're selling them to are probably mid-70s. Eventually we leave, leaving my dog there. I switch to this perspective of my dog. He wakes up in the middle of the night in a creepy room covered in dust. The whole room seems like an eerie blue and there's a window with a little bit of light coming in. I look next to me, and there's this little girl laying in her bed. I didn't know they had a child. I said, she's telling me I have to leave. That it's not safe here. That they poison us with the powder they put into the air. I'm confused. I don't know why they would do this. I ask her why. She says, I don't know, but they have some plan. Then she starts acting radically. Banging her bed. Kicking, screaming. She's like 13. So this is our normal behavior. Then I start kicking my bed. And hitting it. And I yell once that I'm so confused. I get control of myself and I run. I run down the street, just as far as I can go, yelling help. I make it to a fork in the road, a curve in the road, you know. I can see the road below me, curving down, and I see a food truck helping, um, and a truck getting food in the middle of the road. I yell help, but they don't seem to hear me. I eventually run until my family finds me, then i switch back to my view of myself (my human body) and we all run to hide from the people who had taken me in the first place. They show up at the house. We're all in one bedroom. My dad's on the left side of the bed. My mom's on the right side next to my dog. And I'm in front of them. I dodge into the closet. And they show up with the man holding a large barrel gun and the wife holding a small intricately carved revolver. It takes a minute, but I spring on the wife and grab the revolver. I shoot her twice and her husband five times. We then run out of the apartment. We leave and we end up finding ourselves in what looks like someplace in Las Vegas. We get to a room and I wash the dog with soap to get the powder off him.