When I was little, I dreamed that I was running down a road, trying to get away from people that were chasing me. I knew the road -being that it was where I lived at the time. These people that were after me- were out to kill me. That is the best way I can describe it and the intensity of the dream. I remember coming to the end of the road to where it made a circle, and I saw a man with holes in his hands, he put them in front of me as I paused to look. I looked at him.. as I looked behind me, these people were still there, running after me. they did not let up at all. I remember running upon the drive way of the place where I was staying at that time. My mom was in the living room by the lamp, and my step dad was there. I remember thinking, if I go home, they will follow me-- and I didn't want that or for them to get hurt. So, I continued down the road, running ... that was when I woke up.
The dream was in color, and my mom, Dot, was specifically there in the living room, thru the window as I passed my home. In regards to the man with holes in his hand.. I saw two holes in each hand. He was face to face with me as he was holding out his hands. I remember being in awe of him. But I was to concerned of being caught by those people and not wanting my family involved in what was going on. Didn't want them hurt. The roads were dirt and rock . The drive way was dirt as it led to the house.
Michael, please interpret this dream for me.