Last night I had a really horrible dream. It doesn't sound like it, but at the time, I woke up feeling like I'd just had some terrifying nightmare or something.
Anyway, it started off like some random dream. I was Superman and I was rescuing someone who was being held hostage in a room in my university library. The library was layout like my high school building though, and was actually a hotel with a library in it.
Suddenly, it changed, and I was no longer Superman, but myself. And I was rescuing my kids. I don't actually have any kids (I'm 19), but in this dream, I had two children and had to rescue them. The man who had kidnapped them jumped out of the window and ran off to get something. I knew he was going to come back and I had to save my kids quickly. But I didn't. I ran off, injured, and was trying to get as far away as possible. I got to the other side of the building, and then it changed again.
It wasn't my kids anymore, but my friend who died last year, Sophie. And I was trying to get back to the room she was in to rescue her. The man who had kidnapped her/my kids, was back now and I was trying to hide from him but also get back to them to save my friend at the same time. I went down to the ground floor and tried to work my way across to the room she was in. I got near the library and everything seemed different. One of my lecturers was there, and I told him to get some drugs and overdose. Then I saw a note from Sophie, saying I should have dyed my hair.
