Chained in Luxury

I usually don't write about nightmares, but let's look at it as more of a surreal dream than an actual nightmare. Plus, when I speak with people about nightmares its more so I can get it out of my system. No one is really around tonight for me to speak with, so, here I am. Writing again.

I pretty much know what this one symbolizes but nevertheless, it's not pleasant to be reminded of painful past relationships.

It began with an ex of mine (for now, let's call him Adam). Details are already starting to fade so what I remember now is me walking through a room in an old attic. In the room was one window only. There was an old bed in the middle of the room, with white bedsheets, which were obviously used because the bed was a mess. I was with some older couple that told me they had kicked Adam out of the place because he was using it to bring women there.

Suddenly, everything changed. I was part of a small group of 6 people. We were kidnapped by these rich people. I was in a large mansion, tied in chains. We were being punished for some reason but it wasn't clear why.

We were being tortured in very weird ways. An example would be, a very nice old lady would come to me and tell me "now this won't hurt very long" and she took this screw and a hammer, and put it on top of my head. She told me "it will be just a second of pain and then its over". She hammered the screw into my skull. Once it was in, she took a chain and hung it from the screw, and at the other end, made sure the chain was connected to the wall. She goes "There we go!" with a big smile, and then proceeds to do this to the rest of the 5 people/vampires that were there with me. Keep in mind, we all looked like regular people. I was in regular clothes; pants and a sweater.

Next, a guy came in and said "ok, we're all going to play a game here" and he told us to walk towards the middle of the room from the wall we were attached to. I could only walk so far because the chain was stuck to my head from the screw it was connected to. So we all made our way to the middle of the room, and then had to stop. He kept reminding us to be careful, and keep in mind that we were connected to the wall.

In front of us each was a door but it was a door with a mirror on it. I tried to open the handle, but the person told us that if we opened the door, it would tear off a piece of our skin. Apparently the handle was rigged to something else, that would somehow, hurt us. Anyone who refused to do it was told they would hurt us even more. Of course, they were extremely polite, and very nice.

I started to open the door, but could feel a part of my body hurting from doing so. The man says "You can do it!" I started to cry and said " its painful" and he pats me on the back. "I know, " he says. "But you have to choose one way or the other. Don't worry, I'll be right here as it happens."