carving into my leg!

[gina222]

Last night I dreamt that I had been kidnapped by a man. It's a really horrible dream, I cannot remember too much except being tied up to a tree with my arms savagely twisted up behind my back and I'm sitting on the ground in much pain. My physical discomfort is nothing compared to my fear I'm feeling. My heart is racing and I'm in fight or flight mode. I think the man wants to rape me, but I'm not sure. He does not say a word to me.
Some of what the first part of the dream was about was me being a fashion icon, like a model, and I am super high and mighty on myself, I'm brimming over with self-confidence. In real life I have never been and do not want to be a model. But I do remember owning lots of purses. This person is not like me at all in real life, maybe it's my shadow self sort of. I am not materialistic, I use one purse, that's all I need, and I put very little value on appearances, well maybe I value my own, LOL. I know I'm weird by today's standards. I also dreamt that I am abroad.
OK back to the middle of the dream... This is the gory part, sorry, it was so real. This man bends down and grabs my legs which are bare, I see I'm only waring a tank top (vest in England) and panties (pants in England, LOL) I remember.
He pulls my left leg far to the left and holds up a needle with no thread. He's smiling threateningly, He's waring a black hoody with a balaclava but I can see his mouth. He puts the needle to the skin of my inner thigh and starts stitching in and out of my skin, this is incredibly painful as it is a really big needle. There isn't any thread on it though and I look down to see that he is mapping out a pattern for a purse made of my skin! During this he's smiling insanely at me and relishing my pain, then I faint, thank God. I come to and I'm in a forest by my kids' Elementary school and I am untied. I grab a blanket that in on the ground beside me and head to the school. I am freaking out that he's coming back. I make it to the school and walk inside the doors. My thigh is in a lot of burning firy pain. I am wrapped in the blanket. As I walk inside I meet a lady called Mrs. Creed, she doesn't really exist in real life, but I remember her name. She sees me and I start to hyperventilate, and I cannot speak, she runs to me, and I fall to the ground having a panic attack. I try to tell her what happens and as she tries to help me sit up she sees my thigh, she gasps and starts crying. She literally starts sobbing in anguish at what has happened to me. It seems like she knows more than she's telling. She says I'm so sorry over and over. I look down at my thigh which is still in a lot of pain, and I see The outline like ------stitched in and out over and over in the shape of a purse. I touch it and realise he just missed the centre area that in my dream if he had hit this one spot I would of instantly died from loss of blood for some reason. I am holding my root chakra to put it cleanly,as I realise I'm not wearing underware, and something about the fact that he missed it is why I'm still alive. I look up and ask why? Why did he miss this?I pass out again as my heart feels about to explode, then I wake up.... I will try to draw the symbol here...

[Plantagenet]

Originally Posted by gina222

Last night I dreamt that I had been kidnapped by a man. It's a really horrible dream, I cannot remember too much except being tied up to a tree with my arms savagely twisted up behind my back and I'm sitting on the ground in much pain. My physical discomfort is nothing compared to my fear I'm feeling. My heart is racing and I'm in fight or flight mode. I think the man wants to rape me, but I'm not sure. He does not say a word to me.
Some of what the first part of the dream was about was me being a fashion icon, like a model, and I am super high and mighty on myself, I'm brimming over with self-confidence. In real life I have never been and do not want to be a model. But I do remember owning lots of purses. This person is not like me at all in real life, maybe it's my shadow self sort of. I am not materialistic, I use one purse, that's all I need, and I put very little value on appearances, well maybe I value my own, LOL. I know I'm weird by today's standards. I also dreamt that I am abroad.
OK back to the middle of the dream... This is the gory part, sorry, it was so real. This man bends down and grabs my legs which are bare, I see I'm only waring a tank top (vest in England) and panties (pants in England, LOL) I remember.
He pulls my left leg far to the left and holds up a needle with no thread. He's smiling threateningly, He's waring a black hoody with a balaclava but I can see his mouth. He puts the needle to the skin of my inner thigh and starts stitching in and out of my skin, this is incredibly painful as it is a really big needle. There isn't any thread on it though and I look down to see that he is mapping out a pattern for a purse made of my skin! During this he's smiling insanely at me and relishing my pain, then I faint, thank God. I come to and I'm in a forest by my kids' Elementary school and I am untied. I grab a blanket that in on the ground beside me and head to the school. I am freaking out that he's coming back. I make it to the school and walk inside the doors. My thigh is in a lot of burning firy pain. I am wrapped in the blanket. As I walk inside I meet a lady called Mrs. Creed, she doesn't really exist in real life, but I remember her name. She sees me and I start to hyperventilate, and I cannot speak, she runs to me, and I fall to the ground having a panic attack. I try to tell her what happens and as she tries to help me sit up she sees my thigh, she gasps and starts crying. She literally starts sobbing in anguish at what has happened to me. It seems like she knows more than she's telling. She says I'm so sorry over and over. I look down at my thigh which is still in a lot of pain, and I see The outline like ------stitched in and out over and over in the shape of a purse. I touch it and realise he just missed the centre area that in my dream if he had hit this one spot I would of instantly died from loss of blood for some reason. I am holding my root chakra to put it cleanly,as I realise I'm not wearing underware, and something about the fact that he missed it is why I'm still alive. I look up and ask why? Why did he miss this?I pass out again as my heart feels about to explode, then I wake up.... I will try to draw the symbol here...

That's a really interesting dream , pretty disturbing too. The pattern you showed at the end looks like a purse or handbag to me, and you said you once owned a lot of purses, just a suggestion.

The thing about the guy not stitching a point which would cause immediate death from blood loss seems typical of the 'logic' in dreams; maybe there is some message behind this, e.g. escaping narrowly, or being let off for some reason. The strange behavoir of 'Mrs Creed' is interesting; the immediate sobbing and saying "I'm sorry" etc, as though you are doomed. The name itself is quite bizarre, creed: "a system of belief, principles, or opinions".

I think it'd take quite a bit of pondering to try and work out the possible logical connections between all the elements in this dream.

[gina222]

Thanks and I thought it looked like the pattern for a purse. I know this dream is horrible, I was afraid to post it for fear you would all think me a raving lunatic. If it is the story line to a new horror movie or something I will post it here. I haven't found the symbol anywhere on the internet. Thanks again for the response and insight. You confirmed what I already thought, keep it up!

[Plantagenet]

Thanks You shouldn't feel afraid to post up dreams because they are too weird; the crazier ones are the most interesting I think : )