When my mom's name is mentioned, my ears perk up.
--------------------------------------------------------
The other day I dreamt that someone was turning the door knob to my house, I opened the door expecting to see my dad or my aunt. But nobody was there. Instead, there was a hand on the door knob in a sleeve. I didn't know what do so I grabbed the hand and tried throwing it into the darkness of the stairwell. However, only the sleeve got thrown and the hand I was gripping was instead gripping mine. As I looked down though, the hand disintegrated.

As I related this to my dad, he said that I shouldn't have taken the hand off because it was originally attached to a skeleton and that someone chopped the hand off in order for the skeleton to not return or enter. Hence, I put my family in danger.

Once again, the door knob was turning and turning, this time I ran to the door because my aunt was there already. The door edged open. I tried to use my strength to push him back, but he was incredibly strong.

A skeleton entered in a black cloak with that hand of his and with the other hand, he was carrying a blade or a scissor. I was scared he would hurt my aunt so I stayed near by, but because of that I couldn't move away as quickly when he raised the blade towards my right breast.

I have never woken up--at least not that I remember--from a dream gasping and scared and paranoid. Usually, I have weird dreams like that but my conscious easily transitions to the next dream or follows up with blackness; however, due to my fear, the only way I could escape was to wake up.
----------------------------------------------------
Last night, I dreamt I was in a room with people, I don't recall who, and as I was leaving the room to walk down a hallway, there were grenades being thrown--there were liners where if one grenade was set off, it would also set off other bombs in the hall. So I threw the grenade that was already about to go off down the hall and I grabbed my friend to run.

The logical thing would be to have to run into the room we came from and stay there with everyone else, but my friend and I kept running and running towards the stairway. We knew we wouldn't make it, so we ran into the nearest classroom. From there, there was a large window and it wasn't a big jump so we jumped out the window into this beautiful sunny and grassy area. We were safe.

Then as we saw others gathered, I felt that I needed to go back in to get my other friends. I wanted to know if they were okay. Since the bombs all went off already, it was supposedly safe to re-enter. For some reason, my pants were falling and someone helped me tie them up, but as I was rushing into the classroom where my other friends were, my pants fell. No one was in the classroom, but all my things were neatly placed on the table. I walked over to the table to grab my things and retie my pants. Then the people I was looking for walked in and I was relieved.

I don't know what it is, but when restating dreams, though I remember specific parts and try to type up what happened, I feel that I miss the whole point of them.