I now hope that guns don’t get banned here in the states because in last night’s dream I learned I’m not very handy with a knife. My dream was like a movie and I was the starring role, and all the people around me were asian, I’m caucasian.
So in my dream I was both a victim and a hero… you’ll see.
It started at a train station. We were waiting for young women to be unloaded to be taken to what we called the dungeon. Now, here I will admit that a few weeks back, I watched a slasher film with my friend Alice, and this plot is kind of similar to the movie. With a different twist.
The girls get off the train and suddenly we’re in the dungeon — that’s how dreams work as we all know — which is really just a house with all the windows boarded and the doors secured. And although in my mind, I know there is a man there trying to knock these women up, I never see him or even feel his presence. The evil that I need to kill is one of the women.
She ends up with a shank and she is trying to get at Meghan (I don’t know why one woman in particular had a name or the significance in the name itself) to kill her. I have a long butcher knife and I am in a room with two other women and the door is locked. The evil one pops the door open with her shank and suddenly it’s Meghan in the room that I am trying to protect. It gets to the point where I have my knife to the evil one’s throat, but I can’t seem to press hard enough to make more than a small slice. So then I try to stab her, but the knife won’t go through, just a pinprick.
Finally, I get serious about it and stab her in the stomach and it’s all bloody. Then I wake up. Using the knife in the dream felt so real that I’m thinking about going to a gun range and learning how to shoot if I ever need to defend myself.