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In two days as many dreams about the same man. Though I took notes on this dream at the time, I've not been able to find them since, so this is an incomplete record of the dream.
The dream was set in a familiar classroom. It was either the high school civics classroom which appeared in another dream as the setting for a killer's attack, or else the college classroom off a hall that featured in another dream featuring malevolent ghosts. It was one of the two, or possible a blending of the two. I no longer remember clearly, but given the nature of the dream, either fits.
I was in this classroom attending a lecture when a killer went on a rampage through the building. The killer came into the classroom, and chaos erupted.
I remember being shown his hands, which were covered in silver dust, and being reminded of my leaky childhood Etch-a-Sketch. The chemical was dangerous, carcinogenic, and somehow the killer was also the chemical.
I remember huddling with others present in the classroom, and huddling with one couple turned into groping and a strange, impromptu threeway sexual encounter. At some points, if I recall correctly, the couple became instead the killer, the threeway turned into a one-on-one experience.
I remember the killer nuzzling my breasts with a bit too much enthusiasm. I think this was when I was huddled frightened against the wall with the other students. It seemed oddly asexual, almost childish. I thought it possibly a possessive gesture.
I remember another student being jealous of the attention I was receiving from the killer. At one point I fell from my chair (though I don't remember being reseated after being ordered to huddle on the floor) and the killer came and sat next to me, I think to comfort me.
Notes and explanatory details
#1. The killer is both a threat and a suitor during the dreams. Sometimes the roles are simultaneous, sometimes he alternates.
#2. In my notes, there was mention of an abandoned house that was in some way related to both the killer and myself, but I can't remember how it fits in. I do often dream of abandoned houses, but I don't know how that would relate either.
The dream was set in a familiar classroom. It was either the high school civics classroom which appeared in another dream as the setting for a killer's attack, or else the college classroom off a hall that featured in another dream featuring malevolent ghosts. It was one of the two, or possible a blending of the two. I no longer remember clearly, but given the nature of the dream, either fits.
I was in this classroom attending a lecture when a killer went on a rampage through the building. The killer came into the classroom, and chaos erupted.
I remember being shown his hands, which were covered in silver dust, and being reminded of my leaky childhood Etch-a-Sketch. The chemical was dangerous, carcinogenic, and somehow the killer was also the chemical.
I remember huddling with others present in the classroom, and huddling with one couple turned into groping and a strange, impromptu threeway sexual encounter. At some points, if I recall correctly, the couple became instead the killer, the threeway turned into a one-on-one experience.
I remember the killer nuzzling my breasts with a bit too much enthusiasm. I think this was when I was huddled frightened against the wall with the other students. It seemed oddly asexual, almost childish. I thought it possibly a possessive gesture.
I remember another student being jealous of the attention I was receiving from the killer. At one point I fell from my chair (though I don't remember being reseated after being ordered to huddle on the floor) and the killer came and sat next to me, I think to comfort me.
Notes and explanatory details
#1. The killer is both a threat and a suitor during the dreams. Sometimes the roles are simultaneous, sometimes he alternates.
#2. In my notes, there was mention of an abandoned house that was in some way related to both the killer and myself, but I can't remember how it fits in. I do often dream of abandoned houses, but I don't know how that would relate either.
