Simply an ordinary boy living day to day, torn between a love for maltloaf and a delusional marriage to Ludwig Trepte (ONE HOT MESS, that's who he is!)
I had a nightmare last night in which I and a female friend were inside a much larger version of my grandmother’s apartment, filled with various rooms and corridors. I have never met the woman who appeared in this dream. Anyhow, in my nightmare, all construct of society and of law and order that is present today had ceased to exist presumably due to a war or an anarchistic movement that had more or less,essentially resulted in a dystopian post-apocalyptic world baron of any morals or law. The apartment, for some reason, had seemed to have remained in a pristine condition; untouched by the turbulence outside it. However, both my friend and I were aware that we could not turn on any lights without alerting any hostile individuals outside nearby, since we had already heard, while inside the house, a number of people (all men) cheering and shouting in a violent and aggressive fashion. Anyhow, for some reason, one of the lights in the hall seemed to miraculously turn on, subsequently alerting all those who were nearby. my friend and myself therefore proceeded to turn off the light and cover the front door (which I think had already been locked) with heavy furniture. However, by this time, these individuals; having noticed the light, had broken into the hall outside the apartment, prompting me and my friend to try and hide under the bed. However, unfortunately, despite our efforts we were found by the individuals, who then began to try and sexually assault us (out of this entire dream, this disturbed me the most by far) me and my friend then began to fight back against the men, however we were largely outnumbered, with there being numerous men there. The men then eventually demanded that we “stop fighting” or that if we did not do so, they would kill us. Despite this, myself and my friend refused to relent, and continued to try and defend ourselves, however, we were both, presumably killed, since the nightmare ended as soon as one of the men began to strike me around the head with a blunt object. I am extremely concerned by this nightmare, since I have recently been having reoccurring nightmares in places all in familiar to me (one of them once again in my grandmother’s apartment, and the other in my school cafeteria) in which myself and others have been forced to hide and to try and protect ourselves from usually post-apocalyptic or chaotic scenarios. However, I am concerned by this nightmare the most. I Feel that this nightmare has perhaps an underlying meaning and fear to it, and if there is anyone willing to perhaps analyse this nightmare, I would be grateful.