Disturbing

I had another disturbing dream last night… the kind that sticks with you all day and then some.  The first part of the dream involved bugs. I literally thought there were bugs in the bed and at one point swatted at the supposed bugs with my pillow. I think I actually did the swatting because anytime I moved during my sleep I woke up enough to remind myself of the supposed bugs.  Uck.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep too well.  (There aren’t really buys in my bed btw.)

I looked up what dreaming of bugs might mean and in brief, it means that I’m ‘bugged’ about something or someone. And if dreaming of bed bugs, something about a relationship close to me is bothering me.  And that leads me to my second dream or second part of the dream involving… Jordan. (Go figure eh).

He recently messaged me that he’s sporting a black mohawk. ::sigh::  While I’ve told him before that I don’t care what his appearance is as long as he’s doing good in this world and with his life, the truth of the matter is that his appearance does bother me sometimes.  And after hearing of the black mohawk and seeing a picture of him kissing his girlfriend on her myspace, I got concerned.  And that has apparently led to last night’s disturbing dream:

I found Jordan at school and called him into the middle of the hallway and started talking to him and telling him that I was worried about him and he confessed to being abused sexually by several people at the school including some male teachers.  I confronted some of the older kids at school in a bathroom down the hall. One of the girls (there were three guys and two girls in the bathroom) was his girlfriend (I’ve never met in real life). 

I forced them all into the back corner of the bathroom and they couldn’t get out.  They were all taller than me but I was mean and being very ugly with them, telling them that I would kill them if I found out they were abusing Jordan. I told them all that I had hoped they were using condoms because they could all catch a horrific disease if they weren’t.  They all insisted they were.  I again reiterated that for their sake, I really hope they weren’t lying because Jordan had been sexually abused by several people, including men.  I told them that they had better be using condoms whether the sex was oral, vaginal, or anal. 

And that’s when I saw the look of terror on all their faces.

So I threatened them all again and told them to stay away from Jordan.

I went back out to Jordan who was sitting in the middle of the hallway at an old-school desk (the ones with the chair attached to the desk that opened up).  He just looked at me like WTF and then looked over at the gym teacher in terror. I knew he was one who had raped Jordan so I went to threaten him, too.

And that’s all I remember.

Fuck.

Now you can see why I consider it a bit disturbing, huh?  I’m sure it was just the Mexican food I ate last night, but it’s still a bit much for a dream!