Greetings fellow forum members,

'm new to this forum, this is the first post that I've made. I will tell you about my dream, I would like suggestions as to what it means and references as to what things mean in dreams. Thank you.

My dream is this: The hall is long and aqua color like the walls are water but frozen, it feels as though I'm watching myself walking down these halls, a few rooms with people in them and a garage door at the end of the hall. I'm watching myself look into these rooms with a curved knife behind my back, a belt consisting of nails, the ends of two screwdrivers sticking out of my pockets and a hammer sticking out the back of my pants. I seen myself walk into one room and there was screaming, I couldn't really see the people but I seen the blood splatter the wall in the room, I seen myself walk back out of the room and look at me with blood on my own face.

That should have scared me into waking up, but anyway.. continuing.. I'm walking back down the hall and people are panicking in the rooms, I go into the next room and I see more blood splatter and screaming but I don't see the people, not yet. Finally people come pouring out of the rooms as I slash them and they just stand still like disfigured statues as I pass through them checking the rooms for more survivors, stabbing people in the gut and necks as I pass by them, they just stand there. Finally.. the garage, which was the most horrific part of the dream and still, why I haven't woke up yet?

I drop the knife and open the garage to see my mother in my friend's maroon truck trying to start it, I look so calm walking to the truck just as I was during the annihilation of my friends and enemies - I open the truck door and she is crying, pleading to me for mercy and I speak in a foreign tongue.. I don't know what I said, but I stab her in the eyes with the screwdrivers and hammer nails down her spine and back. I spit on her and walk away back to the door, I'm still watching myself and the hallway - there were no more disfigured statues and there was no more blood, the smell was gone. I acted like I forgot it all and I picked up the knife and went back into the garage where I find my mother lying almost dead on the cement and I run to her speaking in a foreign tongue again, holding her.

It was a very vivid dream, I slept for about 14 hours that day after having curry. :| I woke up after that and I just can't stop thinking about it even after a few months of having it. I know it's hard to believe remembering details like that but after waking up in tears, it's hard to forget. A few things that I'd like to point out, one I would never spit on my mom, I love her very much. And I wouldn't go on a bloody killing spree, the aqua - I am afraid of water. Heh, thanks for reading this. I need to figure this out to put my thoughts at rest.

Signed,
Night Wolfe