Ahhh so we were in a house, ‘we’ being myself, Ben and August. There was someone trying to kill us though so that was cool. At some point in the dream I acquired a son. He was a little boy I found sleeping outside beside a trash can in the pouring rain using a trash bag as a shelter and blanket. He was very small, small enough for me to carry around and he had glasses.
The maniac killer guy from the first dream made a reappearance, as did the house. Except this time, the house was his house and me, Ben and August had all moved in. And living there started out fine until nek minute the guy suddenly wants to kick me out, like he wanted all my shit gone by the next day and I had nowhere to go.
Now this dream was either a premonition or happened after an event that actually happened in my life that was very similar.