Schools, Evils, and Threesomes?

[distantplanet]

I had a peculiar dream, but can only remember bits and pieces of it.

I'll let you know that I am currently attending school and am a female (if that affects the states of the dream).

I was in the middle of a war. My school, made of cement walls and dirt floor, was being bombed. Children fled, fires were everywhere. Chaos. It was night, but no stars appeared. By night, it was quiet. There were prowlers that were supposedly our enemies. I sneaked down a large entry way to try to get past a gate into a building underground. I went under safely, but another girl that was with me was in more of a risky position that I was in. We made it down a ramp that lead to an underground area. The ceiling was low, but we could at least stand with crouched backs. The low ceiling was important.

I noticed a very solemn yet ghostly being coming down the ramp, following us. She was a female, tall, slim, white ghostly and high-cheek boned face, long black hair, and in a black flowy dress that hugged her body. It was as if the closer she got to me, the more scary. She seemed to have a mysterious sense about her and that when you'd meet with her face to face, there would be no escaping from her doings.

I got out.

Another part of my dream was that I was in my old house, in my old room. It's a very bright and warm room; very comfortable with lots of light from a large window. I was in bed with my boyfriend. But... there was a third person; another male who was a classmate of mine in elementary school. Both seemed to be very close to each other although they never met before. My boyfriend said to him, "check something for me, would you?" With that, he opened his pants, I didn't look, but saw in the mirror what my classmate was checking. My boyfriend was fully erect.

The next thing I know, I'm lying in bed on my right side between two boys. We were all lying in the same direction; my boyfriend in front of me, my classmate in the back. The peculiar thing was that I noticed that both were not wearing any clothes and neither was I. Covered by a blanket, I couldn't see anything, but I feel their parts on me; fully erect.

Next thing I know, I hear the door open in another part of the house. It was my father. I felt guilty and in fear. I looked at him and saw his usually stern expression. His hair is usually well-kept. In the next scene, I saw him walking up the stairs with suitcases in his hands, but his hair was messy and flimsy. He didn’t look so stern as usual, but more relaxed and happy. I felt uncomfortable.

Just to let you know, my father and I are going through some problems. I’m having a hard time connecting with him because he hurt me before. I hope that helps with the analysis.

That’s all I can remember for now. Please help me figure this out.