While taking a short nap, I dreamed that I was at my mother's apartment, and it was dark so everyone was supposed to be sleeping, but my mother was behaving strangely. I actually felt frightened of my own mother. I don't remember what she did, but I know I was scared for my life. I actually felt like she was going to harm or kill me. I took her to my old roommate's father, and he told me about some strange sleep disorder in which the sleeping person has been known to harm friends or family, whoever is around. I told him that I didn't think that was right because she had physical differences too. At some point after that, her right shoulder popped and seperated into two arms, and I kept looking at her face for glowing eyes or something like that. And my old roommate's father was behaving strangely too, and I was scared of him as well. I heard my son crying in the distance and I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, but I knew I had to get him. I shouted at my mother's evil look alike and said "Let me go, my baby's crying!" as I was trying to get away. That was where I woke up, wondering why it had to be my mother. Mothers are someone you look up to and trust as a female. They should never be someone you're frightened of.
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