so i had this odd dream last night....

my mother was ironing in the our one yard by our garage and my dad was out running some errand. this small gold color car pulled up. a man in a beard got out, had slightly reddish hair, was approximately in his late thirties early fourties. he was wearing dark blue sweatpants and white pony (yes, pony tennis shoes) tennis shoes. he got out of the car and had a leather fanny pack and greeted us politely and started telling us something..and he reached around to his left and i noticed he had pulled out a gun and i started stepping back and told my mom in a low voice "he has a gun.." then he changed, to a desperate sounding person, telling us of how he was in a motorcycle accident and that he doesn't want anyone to ever ride again...he ended up shooting my mother right in the chest and killing her and then came to me, which is where i woke up and in an earily disturbed mood...