The Weirdest Dream I've Ever Had

I have crazy dreams.  I always have.  But this one I had last night takes the cake.  It was so bizarre and vivid, and I remember so many little details, I've been thinking about it all day, and I just had to write about it.  Maybe some dream analysis expert out there can figure out what on earth is going on in my head.

I have this recurring nightmare where I'm trying to take a shower, and for varying reasons, I can't.  There is always this underlying stress that I'm about to be late for something also.  So, whether the shower thing is symbolic, or it's about being afraid of being late, I don't know.  But I dream this a lot.  This dream started out like that.

I was at my grandparents' house, and I needed to take a shower.  And there were all these people in the bathroom, one of whom was this naked guy.  And I wasn't shocked or embarrassed or anything that there was a naked man in my bathroom.  I was just mad that he was in there and wouldn't leave so I could shower.  At one point I distinctly remember telling him he had to get out of there because I was already three hours late for school.

Then somehow R came into the picture, and he said he'd take me somewhere that I could shower.  So we started travelling all over the place, trying to find a place I could shower.  We were having no luck, and I was watching the clock realizing it was noon, then 1:00, then 2:00.  At that point, I called my grandpa and asked him if it was okay if I didn't go to school today.  And he said to me, "Janet, you are 40 years old.  You have a masters degree.  You don't ever have to go to school again, unless you want to."

By this point we were on some farm like thing, and there were thousands of people everywhere.  Kind of like Woodstock, only this was a meeting of some sort of religious cult.  There were people everywhere speaking in tongues, passing out, sleeping on the ground, etc...  I was really freaked out by the whole thing and just wanted to get out of there, and then I realized that they were getting to R.  He started acting weird, and I was getting really upset and trying to reason with him.  Then next thing I knew he had disappeared.

So, I was running all over this cult/farm place trying to find him and getting more and more upset.  Finally I talked to this woman who was telling me R was gone, and they had him now, and he was never coming back to me.  I got right in her face and said, "Shut the f*ck up b*tch."

Then some little girl started trying to inject me with something I knew was bad.  So I was running away trying to keep her from getting me.  At some point I had the realization that this was just a dream, and that in my dreams, I can fly.

So I took off flying and got away from the creepy little girl with the needle.  Then I realized, hey, if I can fly, I can go anywhere I want.  I started thinking of where I would want to go if I could fly.  I decided I'd really like to fly over New York City, so I did.  Flew right over the Manhattan skyline.  Then I wanted to fly over the beach, so I did that.  Next stop was San Francisco.

And somewhere after San Francisco is when I woke up.

Overall, it was kind of a nightmare.  I mean, the whole can't shower thing is always really upsetting to me.  And then when the crazy cult people stole R, I was a wreck.  But, there were some distinctly positive elements.

For one, I think it's positive that my grandpa informed me I never had to go to school again, unless I wanted to.  I mean, isn't the whole school thing a common nightmare?  Showing up at school naked, having a test you didn't study for, etc...  And it was like my dream world gave me permission to never again have school nightmares.

I also actually think it's a positive thing that I cursed out the woman who was telling me R was gone.  Because in real life I rarely stand up for myself.  And this chick was out of line.

Then, of course, the whole flying thing was completely positive.  Both that I realized I was in control and could save myself from the situation, and the experience I had of flying over all these beautiful places.  I remember feeling really free while I was flying.

So, that's it.  Anybody have any brilliant ideas what all this nonsense is about?