Nightmare - But I won

 

I don't know what is up with Blogger, but it won't let me resize images. Seriously annoying. 

I had a nightmare last night. But this time, I won. I was in some sort of building, and Brian or Mark hopped into an elevator with me. I seemed to remember a previous dream where if you clicked on a certain button order, it would take you to a spirit world; only I couldn't remember which order.

I clicked on some buttons, and they were the wrong ones. I entered into a different spirit world, one that seemed to run like an authoritarian private school. While exploring, I ran into a Master Gardener that I knew, although I couldn't place her name. We sat together for a while, and I pulled up my laptop to email someone back home (it felt like Garrick Hansen, although I never placed a name) who knows about the original spirit world to let them know that I ended up in someplace different and needed help getting back. I was also letting them know that I ran into this other person, whom he seemed to know. 

While I was doing this, people in authority started coming out and telling everyone to line up against a wall. I tried to finish the email frantically, but the buttons kept sticking, causing me to make spelling mistake after spelling mistake. I thought to myself that I would have just let it go, but they were so bad that he wouldn't be able to understand what I was saying. 

Right as things were getting really bad, I tried quickly taking a photo of the new world to attach to the email, expect that my (now iPad) wasn't taking a picture like it was supposed to. I tried giving up and just ending the email, but the buttons were still sticking badly. 

That's when they starting injecting gas into the room, and everyone panicked. I already had a mask on (COVID), but I grabbed a much larger one that covered my whole face and rushed to the wall next to my friend. One of the officers saw me, grabbed me personally, and pulled me into a locked room. Inside there were three rooms, and on the left was a larger woman with long curly hair, who started coming at me. I knew she was there to kill me; so when I saw the bathroom in the room on my right, I thought about grabbing the top off the toilet bowl and using it as a weapon and went in there. 

I briefly thought how heavy it would be to wield it and saw a towel rod in the meantime. Deciding that would be a better weapon, I yanked it off the wall and it came out as a solid rod. When the woman walked in the room, she seemed surprised or intrigued by my mask and asked me how I knew ____. I lied and said they were my brother. 

 Then I stabbed her with the rod. Over and over again, digging it in each time and grinding it around inside. It had a compounding effect and did work, although it took a while. Eventually, she fell backwards into the tub and I stabbed her to make sure she was dead. Then I looked at the door, debated if I should go back to the room she came from and pretend to be her (because I knew the officers would check in after she killed me) or go out that way, or if I should lock the bathroom door with me and her inside and go out through the window. I decided to do the latter, and right as I was climbing out of the window I woke up.

This is the first time I can ever recall stabbing someone in my dream and successfully killing them. Normally, I miss or for some reason they just won't die. I can stab and grind my knife in them all I like, they don't die. But they did this time. Probably because spent from 1-2am that night doing combat drills, haha! I went to sleep having just knocked the shit out of a bunch of people and was feeling very confident.