Robot Vagina

I thought I would start out with a semi-disturbing, weird, vulgar-ish dream I had a couple months ago. I chose this dream because my classmates (especially Janine) find it to be so creepy. Here goes:

In my dream I am an adopted daughter, the same age I am now which is 27. I have 3 siblings who are also all adopted. There is one female, about 18, one male about 19 and one loner boy who's about 17. Our adopted parent, yes only one parent, is an alcoholic woman, blonde short hair, attractive, but wasted all the time. The reason she adopted us is so she could get money from the government. She was already rich, we lived in a huge house, but she wanted more money and wanted to make it look like she gave a shit about someone besides herself.

I was hanging out with the girl and boy (19), and we were discussing how the loner brother was so weird and isolates himself. I decided I would reach out and try to get him to open up to me a bit. This is something I would totally do in real life. I went to his room and found him sitting on the floor tinkering with one of his robots. He had about 100 little robots that he built himself and he was constantly working on them. I said something like, "hey, what's up? So, what do those little robots do anyway?" Without even turning to acknowledge me, he picked up one of his robots, programmed it, and let it go.

It instantly darted across the carpet towards me, jumped up my skirt and started robot style (hella fast, hella precise) sewing my vagina closed. I smacked it BAP! it swung down from the sewing thread but was able to swing itself back up and finish the job. I was PISSED! "What the hell did you do that for? I only use this thing to pee!" I yelled at the loner kid. As I looked up to yell again I saw he had gone around to all of his other robots and began programming them.

"Ahhh shit", it was armageddon in the adoption family household. Us against the robots. If one little robot was able to tightly stitch my vagina closed, then what were all the other 99 robots capable of doing?

I ran downstairs to warn the others, thread hanging down from under my skirt I thought to myself, "why didn't I just let the robot finish his job, now I'm stuck with a janky ass sew job". I got to the living room where my two other siblings and adopted mom were and yelled, "everyone get out of here! He's attacking us with robots! They're all coming right now!"

They just stood and stared at me blankly, except for my mom who was sitting on the couch spread eagle, no underwear wearing a looney tunes xxl t-shirt, drunkenly mumbling. "schmlelel"

"You're flashing your vagina to your children!!" I yelled at her. She didn't respond whatsoever.

"We can't leave mother." Said my sister.

"Um, your mother is a drunken slut! You're going to die! You need to leave right now!"I said.

The 19 year old boy looks at me with a perplexed look on his face, "but we are a family we have to stick togeth-" POP!, he's interrupted by a loud noise. We look over at our mom and see she had been shot in her main artery running along her upper thigh and dark purple/red blood was pouring out of her. She was so wasted though, she had no idea she was bleeding out. "what, what happened?ah uh I'm bldeeding. Someone cut me. Whro clut me?" she slurred.

"No one cut you, you were shot by a robot, you're dying." I snapped back. (a bit cold-hearted in my dreams sometimes)
I look back just then to see the entire army of robots led by loner boy coming down the stairs hanging from the ceiling, on the ground, on the walls, everywhere.

"Fuck you guys, I'm out of here." I ran out of the nearest door towards the field in the back of the house, got to a point that was safe enough and took a deep breathe. As much as I wanted to go back and see what had happened to them out of curiosity, I already knew that family got FUCKED UP in there. Thank god it wasn't me...