I will always remember this dream because it was so vivid it seemed real.
It starts out with me, my mom, my sister, and my grandmother in a car and ready to go somewhere. It looked like we were going skiing because we had a lot of stuff packed! My dad comes up to the car and talks to my mom and then leaves. We waited for about three minutes when I spot my old Girl Scout leader coming up to the car and she begins to talk to my mom. Soon enough, I start to see a bunch of people who I know (but don't really talk to) pull up in their cars and it looked as if they were going camping/skiing to. Then it gets creepy...
I start to see some parents getting out of their cars and start to hide their children. I ask my mom, but everyone else is already out of the car. I get out and look to see a huge (bigger then normal) garbage truck coming down the street. I run over to a cooler in which two small boys were trying to fit into. The garbage truck then extends a huge claw and begins to tear everything up...including people, cars and houses.
The driver then notices me and starts to come after me. I scream (and it sounds demonic) and begin to run away. I ran into my backyard and hopped over my fence. Thinking I got away, I turn and look to see the garbage truck still coming after me with its giant claw. All I ever did in the rest of this dream was hop fence after fence after fence! I actually had the strength to jump about 15 fences or so before I finally sat down behind a garage and a metal fence. I hear someone coming so I cover my mouth. I look to my left and see a short Mexican man wearing a dark blue jumpsuit and a hat. I can only see the front side of him as he looks at me (I'm still laying on the ground exhausted) and walks away. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear the garbadge truck come my way. I remember seeing a young man also being chased along with me and he surprisingly begins to converse with the driver. The conversation was about the young mans past and his life. Finally, we make it out into the open road and run down the street to find police on motor cycles chasing the garbadge truck. We look at each other and walk away.
What in the world does this mean!!?