The White Fan

In this dream, I was in my uncle’s old house, and we were sitting on the chair and eating food. The fan was up there, spinning. As soon as I looked up, I saw it falling toward me. I quickly got away from there, but then it started spinning horizontally while the blades were getting struck by the floor. Everything was okay there. The furniture was okay, and all the people in the house were doing what they were supposed to do. So now it came toward me, and in order to protect myself, I made a fist and put my right hand toward my chest at a distance. The blade clashed with my hand and got away. Then it came again and again and again, and every time it came, it got smaller and smaller. After a lot of clashes, the 2 blades got broken. That’s when I took a breath of relief and sat on the side of the bed looking at that shit fan. Now suddenly it started spinning again and came toward me, and while it was coming, it got smaller very fast. So I again put my right hand in front of me, but this…