I was at my home when a friend comes over. We were both happy as she finally got a job and were discussing it. My parents had gone for travel and I was home alone. There has been a few serial killer intrusions in our society over the past few weeks, and I was sure it was my turn next. I am securing all the locks in my bedroom as I am talking to the friend.
There’s an opening in the floor as if by design. I can see that the family that lives there is having dinner. I tell her that in the worst case, I will jump into the downstairs family living room.
I then realize that the balcony’s door lock is broken. Panicking I do everything to remove the whole lock and replace it with a new one. While putting away the old lock in a bottom drawer I find a pile of cash that my mom left for me in case I wanna go wild with it. It’s my moms strategy to hide money in the most insecure places so an intruder would never find it.
Now there’s another person with my friend, maybe he’s been there all along. I can sense they think I’m crazy for all the panicking. They say they have to go.
I escort them to the living room, all the while panicking about the intruder. I switch off all the corridor lights so the apartment doesn’t catch attention. And bid them goodbye. After closing the door on them I can hear them complaining about me in the corridor, saying I was being irrational with my fear.
As I turn to leave I see a Dattatreya Swamy’s (Hindu god) picture and decide I should keep it with me for courage. Just when I realize I hadn’t checked the doors in the rest of the apartment. I enter the master bedroom and find the balcony door open. I am securing it when my friends friend(who had been with me earlier) directly enters the master bedroom. He says that the living room window was tampered with !and thus he could easily enter.
I knew in that instant that the killer had already prepared to attack my house. I rush outside to exit the house when at the front door I see the guy. The skinny white guy with long oily golden hair enter the front door. He has a shiny long knife in his hand. He had the smug confidence of a serial killer even though he was outnumbered.
I knew I had to act now, so I push him. In the mean time my friend keeps the elevator door open for both of us to make it in. The door shuts just in time on the killers face. And I wake up, all sweaty and my brain heated up.
This dream reflects the dreamer’s fear of being vulnerable and unprotected in their own home. The presence of a friend and their discussion about a job symbolizes the dreamer’s desire for stability and security in their life. However, the dreamer’s parents being away and the recent incidents of serial killer intrusions in their society represent their fear of being targeted and attacked. The dreamer’s actions of securing locks and finding hidden money from their mother suggest their need for control and protection in the face of danger. The appearance of Dattatreya Swamy’s picture represents the dreamer’s search for courage and strength to face their fears. The dreamer’s panic and irrational behavior in front of their friend and their friend’s friend may indicate their fear of being judged or not taken seriously. The final confrontation with the killer and the dreamer’s successful escape symbolize the dreamer’s ability to overcome their fears and protect themselves. Overall, this dream highlights the dreamer’s need for security and their inner strength to face challenges and protect themselves.
