It was a waking dream, the sort where the room is apparent to me but I'm dreaming. A mixture of the real with the imagination projecting.
My head was straining like a bad headache, being crushed and my heart was seizing too. I was calling out to my parents in the other room, throwing things at their wall trying to wake them. It's a common dream since I was young, something bad is happening and I'm trying to call for help but I can't wake up and despite screaming nobody comes. I'm trapped in the dream.
But this time my parents came, my mother was angry with me and my father had gone crazy. Eventually they left my bedroom and I locked the door.
Next dad is trying to break the door down after I'd locked it. I was holding it fast by holding the handle while he took apart the lock and the screws fell onto the floor my side. The door began bending inwards from the struggle with light breaking through the gaps.
The dream slowed, disappeared into the night mist and I woke up into the same room dark, none of these things having happened.
Maybe I was experiencing a real pain as I slept which created the dream, if so then if I die in my sleep maybe I can expect a nightmare before my last breath. I hope not.https://youtu.be/bJULMOw69EI