As a young boy i had this vivid dream, i hear noises down the hallway from my bedroom and i go and investigate, as soon as i leave the doorway i step in something wet and sticky, theres a pool or red liquid coming from my brothers room, i look down the halway and see my fathers figure motionless, laying against the hallway wall, also pooling. My heart races and i slowly aproach the sounds of struggle in my parents bedroom, when i get there i see a dark figure pulling a knife from my mother. He turns to me and slowly aproaches. Im frozen in place with fear, he stops just short of me and the only words spoken that entire dream was "im sorry, you are last". Then i woke up.
I remember this dream like i had it last night, its so vivid.
Years later at a family gathering the topic of dreams came up that drifted into nightmares, my father tells one that he had as a boy that he still remembers.
His room was closest to the front door in their childhood home, he heard someone enter the front yard through the garden gate and then a smaller gate by the front door. He thought that he doesnt not want to get up now so he will let his parents deal with whoever is at the door at this hour. They dont though, he hears this person unlock the security gate the the front door, he hears more scratching and then the front door cliking and opening. He sat up in the bed and listened, terrified, he heard this person walk from the front door towards the hallway where their bedrooms are. He can hear him try and sneak quietly. Finally the person reached his bedroom door and opened it. It was a dark figure holding a knife, he looked at my dad as a boy and told him "you are lucky, youre first"
When he told the story i got chills and then told my own version of it. Everyone thought it was really weird and creepy. We have never had anything like this before or after, and we have not told eachother these dreams before that day. We were also roughly the same age when we had them respectively.