A black ferrari, what seems to be pulling into a mansions gateway. A large black gate greeted by the standard fauna overdosed stereotype to give off that rich lush creepy feel, the pavement had layers of mist and fog floating across like walking clouds, the gates opened. The driver stepped on the gas as we went in, unsure if the driver was me or whomever the passenger was. We curved around statues and lawn ornaments, coming to a stop as we took a left around a huge fountain. There, in front of us laid a building with an exterior of some old forgotten relic. Here was blank zone of enterering the house, we all were in a room with two tv's playing games with eachother, a few faceless people sat with us but I could recall seeing my best friend Max and Dustin on the couch, in the right corner of the room was a bunk bed with covered lower bunk, inside sat the son of the owner of the mansion, he was a fat ratty looking kid that mocked and snorted at us at our arrival, nobody liked this little shit but nobody had the power to put him in his place. We continued with our games and I told Max about something, The annoying kid in the back mocked him, I stood up and paused my game yelling over to the spoiled brat "I'm coming over there and beating your face in." He laughed about it because he'd never had a slap on the wrist before, apposed to a beating it was out of the question, but I had fed up with his mocking and insults to my friends. I moved aside the heavy curtain that kept him in the dark and crawled in, my dream made me feel so weak here so I quickly thought of ways to recover, he laughed and mocked me saying I wouldn't do shit because his dad could- I grabbed him by his shirt and slammed my fist into his nose, the satisfying feeling of the almost perfect crunch as I felt the cartilage crinkle under my initial throw, I followed up with a Haymarker with my left hand, beating hid face in senseless before grabbing his shirt, looking at the wooden pole at the side of his bed and slamming the back of his head into it. Letting go of him before any major damages were delt, he ran of crying for his father and I stepped out, my knuckles barely covered in his blood due to the rotations of my punches. I stood up with the adrenaline rush and looked over at the people I knew, almost bursting into laughter as I said "I beat his ass" and the faceless people didn't pay any mind but the people I knew give the face of acknowledgement and contempt. Showing pride in my actions even if they were fueled by a silent fed up rage. We then found ourselves at the entrance, the boy mocking us with his even more fucked up looking face saying "good luck getting out, I'm not opening the gate for you," which then it hit me that we came in through a large electronically powered metal gate, we went outside to the black ferrari and I saw a few knives on the side of the patio, I had the urge to take one since the people he didn't give an ounce of respect to the blades which had rusted a deep brown. Wonderful craftsmanship but terrible treatment. Like they'd been left out to die. I grabbed on and looked to the driver, he said no and to put it back which was the reasoning I had known when I urged to take one so I set it down, the last thing we need is assault and theft charges on our hands so we sat in the car and drove off, a man with a chopped beard and glasses stood in front of our car which I assumed to be the father of the buttered biscuit boy with no manners, he told us we couldn't leave and said something about a teacher he knows that will make things right, I remarked that I've seen that teachers work online and he quickly replied that he wasn't an online sort, we both ignored his strange ranting and pushed the gate open with the car, it was a ferraria so the plastic was pretty scraped up by the metal gate, we took a left out of there and drove off. My mind constantly thinking about what had happened.
This dream may symbolize feelings of frustration and powerlessness in a situation where someone is being disrespectful or mocking towards you and your friends. The black Ferrari and the grand mansion represent a sense of wealth and luxury, suggesting that the person mocking you may feel a sense of entitlement or superiority. The mist and fog on the pavement may indicate confusion or uncertainty about how to handle the situation.
Entering the house and engaging in games with faceless people and your friends may represent trying to distract yourself or ignore the mocking behavior. The presence of your best friend Max and Dustin on the couch may signify the support and camaraderie you have in real life.
The fat ratty-looking kid who mocks and snorts at you symbolizes the person who is causing frustration and annoyance in your waking life. The fact that no one has the power to put him in his place suggests a lack of control or authority in dealing with this person. However, your decision to confront him physically in the dream may reflect the deep desire to stand up for yourself and your friends.
The act of beating up the kid in the dream may be a manifestation of your anger and pent-up frustration. It represents a need to assert yourself and take control of the situation. The lack of major damage dealt and the satisfaction you feel afterward imply a release of tension and a temporary sense of empowerment.
Leaving the mansion and encountering the boy's father may symbolize facing the consequences of your actions. The father's mention of a teacher who can "make things right" may indicate a threat or punishment awaiting you. However, your dismissal of this and pushing the gate open with the car suggests a determination to escape the situation without further confrontation.
Overall, this dream may reflect your subconscious desire to assert yourself and stand up to someone who has been disrespectful towards you and your friends. It showcases your frustration and the need for control in dealing with difficult individuals. It is important to find healthy ways to address and handle such situations in your waking life, without resorting to violence.