What a horrible nightmare.

I really can't get this out of my head. I don't want to interpret it right now because it bothers me so much, but here's the dream.

First dream, I was in a department store, totally naked. It had started with someone's house, then it morphed into a department store, then a schoolbus. I had managed to get my shirt on but I was completely naked from the waist down. I managed to put a sweater over my lap to hide anything, but I was sitting beside a couple of perverted boys who not only wanted me to take the sweater off, but they wanted to do things. It was disgusting and frightening all at once, because then even the busdriver was on their side, and he was mocking me through the window. I managed to put my pants on and get off the bus before anything happened, but it was scary.

This was the really horrible one, though.

It was an average day at university. I was walking with a friend (who actually doesn't go to the university I do) and telling her about my plans for the next two years. We started walking down the stairs when we suddenly heard that someone had a gun. A few of the people on the stairs were screaming and falling and getting shot. I suddenly got shot as well, and died. After my death I heard that the girl with the gun had killed herself. I looked over at her and saw her ghost approaching me with a smile on her face. I asked her what she had done and why, and she shrugged and said she was dealing with something but it was better now (though we were all DEAD). My Mom was nearby (alive, but she could communicate with us for some reason), and she started sighing and saying how she was glad that we understood that death is the first step and heaven was the next; she was sick of people saying they couldn't wait until they experienced the feeling of going straight up to heaven. So we, the deadies, were moping about while Mom made phone calls. I was upset and wanted to live because someone had taken my life away. Somehow, the girl had done this (and committed suicide) before. Mom talked to the girl's church and they wouldn't hold a service for her because of the way she died. A living woman gave me a drag of her cigarette, which tasted like tomatoes and pepper and garlic and lime, and asked me if it tasted like the beach.

The end is weird, but the fact is that it was a horrible premise, and it felt real.