Once again, last night's dream is horribly jumbled and I'm trying to connect the scattered memories of it. But what I do remember is very interesting and haunting.
I was in some sort of hostage situation in my own home, or temporary home. Thinking back on it, it felt like some kind of temporary home for an orphan with a "Mommy Dearest" type as my caretaker. My caretaker (home owner, man I was living with) was a cruel man with intentions of keeping me as his slave, along with another boy my age. I do not remember being related to the boy or anything, maybe friends with him, but we both identified with each other for we were both held hostage in this giant house. The house was a mansion, new age and classy, furnished like it was owned by East coast country clubbers. At one point, the boy and I were outside of the house, which was an accomplishment in itself because we weren't allowed to leave. We wanted to run away, he being in a worse situation than I. For the dictator had more trust in me, being female. Anyways, the boy took off running, within a second he was down the block and out of sight. For some reason I thought I wouldn't make it that far if I didn't change my shoes into some that I could run in. Which was just stupid. So I creeped into the house and into my room to change my shoes. Immediately I regretted that decision. [This part of the dream is strange, because it was as if I was watching it happen from two points of view at once. I was physically walking back into the house, but my conscience, I assume my real-life conscience, was telling me that was a bad idea and I should just make a break for it when I have the chance.] I get into my room and pick up the boots I decided were fit to run away in, but the man comes into my room with a stern look on his face. He asks why I'm holding boots, as if I shouldn't even own shoes because I am a slave to the house. He asks me where the boy is, and I guiltily answered that I didn't know. He was pressing me for the answer, very suspicious. He pointed up at the vent in my room near the ceiling, and asked if he escaped out of it. I said no several times, and somehow he believed me. I realized I had ruined my chance to escape for that moment, and I had to play it cool for a little bit before my next attempt. The man grumpily said, "watch some TV", turned on my TV and left my room in a rush to find the boy. I said I'd rather read a book, scheming in my mind that a book would be quiet-- if the man expected me to be reading he wouldn't find it odd when he hears no sound coming from my room after I escaped. So I turned the TV off and went over to my book stand (the spinning, tall kind like the ones at a library). I spun the book shelf looking for "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo", but it did not appear to be on the shelf. I was so desperate to just grab something, so I went to grab what appeared to be a Harry Potter book, but once it was in my hands it was some torn book, can't recall which one.
Next thing I know, the entire dream shifts about 50%. I am still the homeowner of the same mansion I was a slave in, but this time it was my house, actually my parents house, but things were back to normal. My parents were out of town. Some car full of kids pulled in front of my house, and I came out of the front door to greet them. I did not know them and I cannot remember why they were there. It was two boys and a girl. My cell phone rang so I answered it, it was my mother. She was worried about something, complaining, lecturing me..... As I was trying to juggle her conversation with these kid's conversation, one of the boys mumbled something in a suggestive way... I knew what he was suggesting by his tone and body language, even though words did not actually come out of his mouth. It was something marijuana related, so I assumed he was asking me for a pipe to smoke out of. I put my cell phone to my leg, hiding the receiver and said, "I have a bong, do you want to use my bong?"... They seemed pleased and agreed, so I asked if they wanted a pipe instead, and they informed me that a bong sounds preferable. So I asked if they'd like to just come into my house to smoke out of it, and signaled for them to follow me. Even though I didn't know these kids, I had a strong sense of needing to impress them. Even in the dream my conscience was telling me that letting strangers into your house is somewhat foolish. I put the phone back up to my ear, and my mom says something very disapproving, as if she heard me say that I had a bong. She continued to lecture me about something else, though, and eventually I complained to her about how annoying she was and that I had to go, and to get off my back. So the kids follow me into my house, I give them my bong, I think I may have cleaned out the dirty bong water prior..... The dream gaps, and all the sudden the kids are gone with my bong and I'm searching from room to room wondering where they went. I searched the back porch to see if they were smoking back there.... I look out the front window and notice smoke bellowing out of their car, so I go out there to find them smoking my bong in their car. They were friendly about it and said they didn't want to smoke anywhere inappropriately in my house. I trusted them at that moment, thinking that they were alright kids similar to myself.
Once more the dream gaps, this one is VERY fuzzy so I will attempt to recall as I write. Somehow, in the same mansion, appears a huge group of kids. I think it was supposed to be the group I am to travel to Italy with for study abroad. But this group was large, probably ten or twelve kids. The tone of the home-dictator came back into place, but this time a little bit different. It was almost as if we were in a haunted house, something about it was eery and wrong. Throughout this whole portion of the dream, something terrible had happened. One of the kids in the group had been poisoned. We all knew in the back of our mind she had been poisoned, but somehow could not admit it to ourselves or her. But she was sick, yellow and pale, and lethargic. She sat up in the attic with some other kids, denying her illness. There was conspiracy throughout the house, I cannot recall what it was, but something was happening, something dark and evil. There was so much depth to this portion of the dream, I just cannot remember. I remember there being some adult there towards the end, he and told us that if we are worried about our friend then we must bring her to the hospital. I also remember some bratty attitude I was getting from one or two of the girls in the group, they were the closest friends of the poisoned girl and thought they knew what was best for her. The adult said he would call an ambulance, and told us we could take her to the Walgreens down the street because it was somehow connected to the hospital system. The two girls with the attitude retrieved their poisoned friend from the attic, which was difficult because you had to take a rope to get down. By now, the poisoned girl looked terrible, with some portions of her pudgy body bright white, and others a decaying yellow. She was practically foaming at the mouth. The two girls denied the adult's suggestion and said they were just going to take the poisoned girl to the city hospital. After this saga, I recall walking outside on a sidewalk beside an elementary school. The ground was wet and smelled of rain, and it was overcast and gloomy out. I called up my mother on the phone and asked if she knew what had just happened to me. I think she said yes, and I energetically explained how scared I was, I did not feel safe.