First nightmare in a LONG time.

[crcala]

I had this dream a few days ago... I rarely have nightmares, and never are they this linear...:

I'm taking a trip somewhere, with all my cats. We're in a tan-white hotel room, with a blur floor hallway. I keep worrying about the cats getting out, because cats aren't allowed in the hotel.
I'm in the back bedroom of the hotel suit, getting dressed, when I look out the door of the bedroom (through the rest of the suit) and realize that the door to the hallway is open, and there is a male house keeper about to work on the room opposite us. There's a large, pastel painting to the right of the door--trees, and ship masts.
I would have closed the door myself--I knew I should have. But I didn't have a shirt, or pants, on--so I called past the door to ask him to close the door for me.
He starts walking into the room, and my cat walks past him, into the room. The man is about to stop him and shoo him out, but I tell him "let the cat in." He did.
Then he walked inside, closed the door, and locked it--from the inside. He then walks towards the other door to the hall, where I can't see him.
There is a mirror on the outside of the bedroom door, so I move the door until I can see him, standing and waiting for me.
I knew there was a phone behind me, and I knew he wouldn't do anything until I left the room.
I could have called the police--I thought of it. But instead I yelled at him to leave the suit.
But he didn't leave. Instead, he yelled something--I couldn't understand what he said--and started for the bedroom of the suit, where I was.
I yelled "Stop, at least let me get a shirt on!" And it almost seemed like he would fall for it (I was going to call the police), but instead he started forward again, laughed, and said something along the lines of me not needing it. Somehow I managed to get a tank top on.
I ran for the door, and tried to run past him for the door to the halls, and he grabbed my arm.
Somehow I managed to keep running, out into the hall, with him still grabbing onto my arm. In the hall, some other man, wearing a fedora, grabbed my other arm, and was dragged along.
I was running down the halls of the hotel, trying to get away from them.
I don't know why, or how, but we all had plastic knives. The male housekeeper waws slicing his knife at my arms, trying to make me stop running, and I was trying to sheilf myself with my left arm, screaming and crying. The man in the fedora was also swinging a plastic knife around, and at that time in the dream I believed he was trying to attack me--some of his slices landed on the male housekeeper's arms, but most landed on my arms. And I was fighting back with my own knife, at the male housekeeper's arms, trying to get him to let me go.
At one point, my screaming brought tons of the other hotel quests out into the halls. I had to run through them. We were almost to the elevator. I brought the knife down on the male housekeeper's arm, and dug down to the bone, and he let go of me. I was about to attack the man in the fedora, when he stepped away and explained he was a reporter, and he'd been trying to help me--trying to attack the male housekeeper.
I then collapsed onto the floor in a crying, bleeding heap. The male housekeeper disappeared, and the reporter was trying to call the police, as the hotel guests were staring at me.
My arms were completely torn up, bleeding--gashes and tears all down my arm (vertically). My white tank top, though, had not been touched at all.

The next 'scene' of the dream, I was in the mall. My arms were still in shreds--it had only been a few days since the hotel incident, and I was back in my hometown.
The news of the male housekeeper's attack (attempted rape) on me had spread, apparently, because people were suddenly becoming very quiet and somber as I walked by them.
I was in the elevator, with three other girls. They had been staring at my arms, and suddenly started to talk amongst themselves.
I guess they must have started talking about how much damage could be done with a knife, or something, because I said something about how I'd cut someone "5 inches long and 3 inches deep, on the arm." (That was the 'finishing blow' on the male housekeeper's arm, from when he finally let go of me.)
The girl nearest me must not have believed me, because she kind of snorted, and covered her face with her hands to keep from laughing.
I rounded on her, and shouted "You'd be suprised how deep you can cut someone when they're trying to RAPE YOU."
She quickly turned white as a sheet, and swiveled around fast. At their floor, they got off and ran off.


Now, some things that I didn't notice right away, but did afterwards....
At the beginning of the dream, before anything had happened, I was my normal self; same personality, same looks, everything.
In the second part of the dream--on the elevator--I looked a lot different. My hair was flat, straight, and drab black. My eyes were grey, and I'd lost a lot of weight in the few days--I was taller, as well. And I was completely expressionless--aside from the rage at the one girl, which disappeared as soon as I had finished my words.

[Varzandeh]

Hi,
Knife means love or to do a favor, plastic ones may mean false love or favor.
To rape means trying to do an unwanted favor.
Arm means your child or brother or partner.