A creepy dream.

I was in a hotel turned department store that felt like a ritzy house party meets dance club. I was scaling the levels (yes, scaling) and wandering around looking mostly at all the people that were there. On one of the levels there was a group of super buff guys making out with a girl (yes, taking turns with one girl). I also passed a couple of guys painting. Or maybe building something. I can't remember. When I circled back around, one of the buff guys came directly at me and I knew I was in trouble. As he grabbed both of my arms and pushed me back I yelled for Dad (in Korean). I was assaulted by fear and remember thinking "Oh my gosh, I'm going to be raped. And not just raped, gang raped!" I was surprised by how scared and panicked I felt. Before I could complete my fall one of the painter dudes flew into action and grabbed my attacker before throwing his head to the door urging me to escape. I started running but I wasn't running as fast as I wanted to. Eventually I made it out of the hotel and ran into a couple of girls. They could tell I was in great distress and so one of them offered to hold my hand as we walked. I was so relieved I started crying.

What the weeeeiiirrrrdddd--and creepy!!!!! I'm usually not a dreamer (unless it's a certain time of the month and then it's very vivid, mentally demanding, and I can usually still remember it when I wake. Weird, I know) and my dreams carry no meaning. But it's still not a favorite. This one though....!

Creepy. Creepy. Creepy.

I called for my Dad when I needed to be saved.
I was so grateful that someone was there to immediately save me.
And I appreciate the emotional release and eventual resolution that you can't always have in your dreams. #takeawaysiguess

Weird. Weird. Weird.