I was a freshmen in college (2001) and I dreamed this:
My older bro and I disgraced the Taliban, so we were ordered to be executed.
Now this was not a normal execution. My family was mailed home a "Do it yourself execution kit" (that's what it said on the box). My mother had no choice...I disgraced the Taliban. My older bro was at another college, so I guess he had his roommates do it, I don't know.
So it's this fold out guilliotine. Yeah. A fold otu guillotine. So my mom wraps me in a trash bag (I am small enough to fit in one I guess, or at least most of my body is, I am 4'11) and proceeds to behead me. Well, she doesn't kill me all the way.
So I am in/out of my body, my mom is crying, my sister is crying, so she is getting tea (I dont know if itw as for me or her) and I see myself thrashing around in this trashbag, half head cut off, yeah.
So then seh puts me back on it and beheadsme. All of the sudden my parents are walking with me, a ghost, to this dormatory place. I have two suitcases. My dog is staring past me, barking and I kept saying, "DD! i am here" and my parents were also notlooking at me, i want to say they were looking at the ground.
So I go into this dormatory place where i see my ghost older bro sitting on top of a bunk bed.
I remember saying, "hey" and he saying "hey." and I said, "did it hurt?" and he said "not really"
That's all I remember!