So, my dream went like this:
I was in a huge room, I would say from like a mansion, or castle. It was decorated with a high diamond chandelier, walls of golden wallpaper with ornate designs all over. A couch at the back end. I had heard of a woman who was trying to steal something from me, I believe it was like my soul or such, and she had a golden ball placed in a sack/bag and when she dropped it onto the floor, The person she was standing behind was to fall asleep for an hour. I was aware of her trying to steal something from me and was frightened and was doing everything to prevent someone from standing behind me. Unfortunately, at the hour of 1 in the morning I had not bothered to hide my back, although she was still looking. She had come up behind me, wearing a sleek gold dress, big hazel eyes, and blonde hair tied into an updo. She was holding her golden ball and had dropped it behind me, the ball not bouncing. I was only able to whip my head around and say, "No." And I had fallen asleep on the couch in the room.
I was sleeping, and I was telling myself, "I have to wake up." And I had woken, noticing I was on my living room couch. I began to feel the weight of this "ball" trying to put me to sleep. I jumped up and began pacing around the house, and I felt my eyes closing, I forced them open with my hands and kept pacing. The drowsiness was unbearable. I had noted the time to be 1:07 in the morning. I held my eyes open, knowing I had to get past this hour. My breathing had become shallow and quick, I knew it was from this"ball" trying to get me to sleep. I walked outside, fearing waking my parents. I paced up and down my front porch fighting this sleep. I saw my friend, Dillon (who I have feelings for) and my friend Frankie, They were in the ditch just skating, and I thought, "How do they know each other?" Dillon saw me and I was still breathing like crazy and I tried to calm it down with no luck. Frankie and Dillon began to walk up, and Dillon noticed my breathing and gave me a weird look because of the breathing. Then, he rushed up and gave me a kiss on my cheek and hugged me tightly, me being confused about the kiss on the cheek, but accepting it. I hugged him back, Frankie just stood there. Dillon kept hugging me and said, "I was so worried about you." I looked up and asked him why. He had said that a man had came out from behind the house across the street and had pointed at our house and screaming my name. Dillon had told me that if anything had happened or he saw the man come to my house he was going to fight him. After hearing about this man, I screamed out of pure fear. Dillon had ran up behind me and put his hand over my mouth, "Shut up your going to wake your parents!" And, I'm thinking, "this has to be a dream." But, I had denied it because weird things do happen to me. I heard my dad get up and I rushed inside the door, not having time to get in, he saw me coming in and he asked what was wrong. "Bad dream" I told him. He looked out the door and saw Dillon standing beside the door, he yelled at him to get home and asked if it was him who tried to climb in the window. At this, I screamed again.
Then, I finally woke up. Any help?
