I dreamed a dream

For the past six days, I've had the exact same dream. Every night. It's gotten to the point where it no longer scares me because it's just another part of the routine.

I wrote it down this morning. After almost a week, I've pretty much memorized every nuance, but I still wrote it all down after I woke up. Just to make sure I didn't miss anything.

I am sitting on the floor of my mom's office upstairs. My brother walks upstairs to tell me that my parents want me to come downstairs. I stand up and walk in a pattern of triplets, alternating the accent of each triplet between my right and my left leg. I walk downstairs where I see my mom, my dad, and two men in matching brown coats all standing in a close circle, facing inward.

One of the men is my father's height, about 6' 1", and he has short blonde hair. He has a lean, muscular build and his arms seem strikingly long. At this point, I can't see his face, but I know that he has big gray eyes, a turned down nose, and very thin lips. The other man has wavy auburn hair and is about my mother's height, 5' 7". He is less muscular than the other man, and his legs seem slightly bowed. He is stockier and looks less agile. His build is softer. I know that he has light eyes and a splay of freckles only on his left cheek.

I say, "Who are these people?" and my father replies that they're here to take me to a safe place. Kai walks out of the kitchen towards us and sings, "I get Kira's room" to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

My parents and the men come out of the circle. My parents stand together as the men walk towards me. The blonde one is holding a black bag. He says, "Hi Kira" and the man with auburn hair takes the bag from him and puts it over my head. There is one hole cut out by my left eye. The blonde man tapes the opening of the bag around my neck with duct tape. I begin to scream, and my mother walks towards us, takes the roll of duct tape, and tapes around the bag over my mouth so that I will stop screaming.

The two men each take a large knife and they each cut off one of my feet at the ankle bone. The auburn-haired man tells my parents this is so that I don't run away. After he is done cutting, he picks up one of my feet and asks my mom if she would like to keep it. She declines.

The men pull my arms towards them and place my hands inside a strange machine. The machine instant-freezes them solid so that my hands can be snapped off, almost like breaking a pencil.

My brother comes downstairs and starts screaming at the men to let me go. He rushes towards the blonde man, but my parents hold him back.

The two men pick me up by my arms and they drag me out of the house to a strange vehicle that I still can't identify. My family follows us outside. My brother is sobbing hysterically and pounding his fists on my father's back. My dad is smoking a cigarette, which is strange because he has never smoked in his life. My mom is pouring cups of water over the doorstep where my blood has spilled over. Kai is singing her song again.

Thoughts?