nightmare! (i guess it was more of a morning-mare, since it was right before waking)
I just had a really vivid nightmare.
It was a dream that had been going on for a while, between waking up to turn off my alarm. Me and another girl (who was scantily clad) were in an abandoned residence hall. We were with a ton of geekier type men and some creepers, but everything was okay. All of the sudden we are on a different floor (everything looks deserted, creepy, abandoned) and the men, who earlier in the dream had killed other men violently with spatulas (we warned them that other men were going to turn on them) and had gotten out of stickier situations because I warned them started to turn on us. First all walking by us in various costumes and states of undress, then some took the bloody spatulas from a previous murder and started to give the other half naked pretty girl shoulder hits with the spatula. Then all the men were gone, they had walked to another room all in a trance like state. I feared for our lives, of course the elevators were broken, so we ran into a room and locked the door. The room had 5 or 6 bunk beds with men’s clothing strewn on them. We ran in and locked the door, fearing we were being chased. There were three locks, so I locked them all. The one above the door handle could be opened by scrabble codes from the outside and then there was a lot of drilling, and strange non-fitting music playing. Someone was trying to get in to get us. The other girl was scared and sitting on the bed in a really unhelpful way and I was struggling to keep relocking all three locks two of which were the kind that you turn and push into a slot, kind of like you find in bathroom stalls. The door was blue splatter painted. I was relocking the locks every time someone from the outside managed to unlock them. The locks were very low, so I was squatting down. At one point the person outside got frustrated with us because we weren’t letting him in. This door had a slot on the side that a person couldn’t fit through but a set of hands kind of could. Two black-gloved hands reached in to try to grab me, but I moved away, still fumbling with all the locks. The hands were still reaching for me, but I was trying to keep all the locks locked so we would be safe. I asked the other girl to help me, but she just kind of sat frozen on the bed. There was also a shelf built into the door that had a glass of milk attached to it. All of the sudden the voice outside said something and the milk glass started making noises, gurgling noises like a pipe makes and milk started to come out of it. Then I stepped on a wire that has helping them unlock one of the locks from the outside and broke it.
Then my alarm rang and I woke up panicked. (the last sentence was reality)
Yesterdays residues (A Freud dream analysis thing): reading craigslist personals, stressed from studying African languages, at the library until 1, led 2 decent sections, 3 hours of class, nap, coffee, saw Kelly on the street, rode my bike alone at night and during the day, couldn’t fall asleep. I do all of these things on a daily basis, minus the studying for African, so what gives? Anyone care to take a stab at interpreting my dream psyhcoanalysis style?
It was a dream that had been going on for a while, between waking up to turn off my alarm. Me and another girl (who was scantily clad) were in an abandoned residence hall. We were with a ton of geekier type men and some creepers, but everything was okay. All of the sudden we are on a different floor (everything looks deserted, creepy, abandoned) and the men, who earlier in the dream had killed other men violently with spatulas (we warned them that other men were going to turn on them) and had gotten out of stickier situations because I warned them started to turn on us. First all walking by us in various costumes and states of undress, then some took the bloody spatulas from a previous murder and started to give the other half naked pretty girl shoulder hits with the spatula. Then all the men were gone, they had walked to another room all in a trance like state. I feared for our lives, of course the elevators were broken, so we ran into a room and locked the door. The room had 5 or 6 bunk beds with men’s clothing strewn on them. We ran in and locked the door, fearing we were being chased. There were three locks, so I locked them all. The one above the door handle could be opened by scrabble codes from the outside and then there was a lot of drilling, and strange non-fitting music playing. Someone was trying to get in to get us. The other girl was scared and sitting on the bed in a really unhelpful way and I was struggling to keep relocking all three locks two of which were the kind that you turn and push into a slot, kind of like you find in bathroom stalls. The door was blue splatter painted. I was relocking the locks every time someone from the outside managed to unlock them. The locks were very low, so I was squatting down. At one point the person outside got frustrated with us because we weren’t letting him in. This door had a slot on the side that a person couldn’t fit through but a set of hands kind of could. Two black-gloved hands reached in to try to grab me, but I moved away, still fumbling with all the locks. The hands were still reaching for me, but I was trying to keep all the locks locked so we would be safe. I asked the other girl to help me, but she just kind of sat frozen on the bed. There was also a shelf built into the door that had a glass of milk attached to it. All of the sudden the voice outside said something and the milk glass started making noises, gurgling noises like a pipe makes and milk started to come out of it. Then I stepped on a wire that has helping them unlock one of the locks from the outside and broke it.
Then my alarm rang and I woke up panicked. (the last sentence was reality)
Yesterdays residues (A Freud dream analysis thing): reading craigslist personals, stressed from studying African languages, at the library until 1, led 2 decent sections, 3 hours of class, nap, coffee, saw Kelly on the street, rode my bike alone at night and during the day, couldn’t fall asleep. I do all of these things on a daily basis, minus the studying for African, so what gives? Anyone care to take a stab at interpreting my dream psyhcoanalysis style?