Lucid Dream

I tend to remember my dreams very easily because they are extremely vivid resulting in confusing consciousness with unconsciousness often for a few hours upon being awake. During my sleep on October 12, I had a very clear and fluid dream that didn’t skip around and had very real aspects to it. The time plot I was unsure of but I seemed to be not much older than I am now, but non-the less I was older. I remember myself running south, toward the beach trying to find my father with the knowledge that the rest of my family members were gone, deceased or missing. The context of my dreams leaves me to believe they were dead. As I got closer and closer to the beach I realized the smell of decay and famine in the air. During my dream, I was surprised at the sensory details I was able to experience. I finally reached the ocean and I was in a familiar place. Contrary to the darkness I was still able to make out this specific scenery. Along a dark street full of destruction a row of tall, almost uniformed, homes stood two stories from the ground. The homes had almost no yards and they were strangely thin. Then the disturbing image locked in my eyes as I panicked at the horrific sight. People were burning. I heard the blood curdling screams of the burning humans trying to extinguish the fire in the ocean but their pursuit to put it out was unsuccessful. I then looked around to see a figure of supreme importance. Weather it was good or evil I am still unsure of. I approached this figure with and in a panic I ask him where my daddy was. And he pointed in the ocean of the burning people. I saw my dad, burning in the ocean and the figure told me my dad had joined the unrighteous. My dream ended with me running trying to find a familiar face.