Last night I had once of those dreams that leaves an emotional impact on me when I wake up.
I was with my mother, my stepdad, one of his daughters, who I used to have a crush on, her boyfriend and maybe the rest of my siblings, I'm not sure.
We were going to a chalet in the mountain and the landscape was very greyist. Like it was grass and small group of those trees you see in the mountain whose leafs are very dark green. There was also a small fog.
We were first stopped at an intersection and suddenly a big black man in a car appears and asks me a question (don't remember what, maybe which way to go). He sounds and look like he's got some mental deficiency but I'm nice with him and answer him. He thanks me and seems very happy and leaves. However I've got this chilling feeling that he's dangerous.
Then we are in the chalet. I'm in the living room, sitting on a couch and my stepsister is sitting on the couch in front of me with her boyfriend (in the dream I never saw his face). I'm stressed because I know that the black man might come here to drink some of our lactose-free milk and there's only one bottle left and sometimes someone in the family pour himself a glass of this milk, despite my warning.
So I've got this impeding sense of doom and at this moment my stepsister brushes her hair behind her right ear with her hand hand give her a very slow and tender kiss on the cheek. It was very sensual and I was filled with a feeling of deep love and tenderness, like if I was my stepsister at this instant.
I then became stressed as some sort of music started playing in the background and the head of the black man smiling appeared in overlay and occuped most of my field of view.
I then woke up and felt very puzzled by this mix of fear and tenderness that I was feeling.