Home invasion

Inside the house, as it was years ago, playing game with my cousins. Where, I was a pre-mature man in my dream, I stayed near the corner of the room with my back facing the wall and my front having access to face the living room and hallways. Yet, my viewpoint changed after everyone got intense in the game, clowns nonchalantly appeared inside the house, surrounding us. They play Russian roulette from the clown's influence, all bigger than us, taller than us, as the henchman clowns inject something in us, a blue serum. I try to grab something, subtly searching, yet the clown the clown with orange points at me, like he'd be the leader of them. He noticed my movements to seemed to have caused them to push us all outside. Outside, in the front of the house, at the entrance of the driveway of the house, as the clowns stood in the street and sidewalk, surrounding us, watching us just as intensely as we watched the video games on the big box tv, on xbox's first generation counsel. As the neighbors pay no mind, like we play every day with unexpected things, I wasn't surprised that outsiders wouldn't see what was in front of them. As we as the clown in orange highlights, white based clothe, and maybe a few polka dots of some sort, same red big shoes, he says "not the face" as one of my cousins points the gun at my face as I was the only roped together, tied up as a clown stands behind me and another. No remorse on my cousin's face, he turns and shoots. They all shoot and betray each other. They all kind of chuckle as I was down on my knees with tape on my ankles and wrists. I'm unable to speak until an arrow shoots me from behind. Clowns and his goons leave, disappearing from the scene as if nothing happened. Everyone who was fine walked to me with smiles. And they play again, on their own. I unwrap the tape and hide away. They head inside as I hid away at the next doors neighbor's porch. Minutes later, the neighbor comes in with their family and groceries. After casual conversation, they tell me to leave before they open the door. It begins to snow, and I try to convince them to let me stay. Rejected, I go a block away knocking doors and ask if they've seen my cat.

One neighbor tells me to be grateful and tells me to get off their lawn in a very calm and cool manner. Rejection after rejection and I go across the street and see a neighbor carrying groceries to their garage. I approach the Asian lady with black hair that looked very sophisticated says no but gives me advice about the danger outside. She asks how I am as a boy, maybe in his tween years, gets out the same van I think the woman did. We talk out in the yard, snow everywhere, my feet sunk. It was pleasant, knowing someone was there to listen. I couldn't feel but it was something and I don't know why I stayed. A wolf comes by, smelling the pink flowers behind her. As her son and I noticed, I both tried to warn her, attempting in a way to say without external influences to evoke from the wolf. Until the son shouts as soon as he saw the wolf by each passing moment. The woman eventually stops talking and the son goes and kicks the wolf in what it seemed just to dilute the wolf's attention. Endangered, the woman jumped in my arms as I gently put her down slowly on her feet. Wolf attempts to attack one by one, taking in ways to coordinate, so we group together, and the wolf stays away. A neighbor across the street whistles which seemed to encourage the wolf to attack the lady's son. Worried, it wasn't by offense, I defended the son, against the wolf. It scratches and scars me on shoulders and back. Where my attention was on the wolf, I try to tear away the two bottom wolfs teeth as the wolfs teeth were greater than my hands. 

And then I woke up.