Terrorists on Campus

I am in a very demanding college-level class to which I am frequently late because my watch is three minutes slower than the classroom clock. I don't figure out that is the problem until about halfway through the course.

Some terrorist woman sends a threatening email to all psychology students, then shows up on campus. A large crowd gathers. The terrorist has one student selected out of the crowd who she says she will kill if he can't finish some challenge in time. I see my mother and sisters at the edge of the crowd and tell them to run and get into the car, where she (the terrorist) won't be able to hurt them when she starts shooting. They obey. Shooting starts and the rest of the crowd starts running. Arthur is in the crowd and is still ten years old so is unable to run as fast as the others and is being specifically targeted by the terrorist (who I will call Jill so I can stop saying 'the terrorist'). I somehow help him and take him to our car with me. We manage to get away safely.

A while later, we are back on campus and Jill does the same thing again. But this time she is even more focused on Arthur. So I take him back to our car again, but this time I tell him to pretend he is my little brother and say his name is Andrew. When we get into the car I tell my sisters the same thing. Mom gets there after Jill and am afraid she will blow our cover, but she doesn't. Jill doesn't believe that Arthur is my brother Andrew, but she has no proof so lets us get away.

We get home, Arthur with us. I go looking for Mom and find her in her bedroom, all tied up. Jill is there as well with a timer. She says Mom will blow up if we can't solve some puzzle and complete a challenge in ten minutes. I try to listen to the challenge and think of a clever way to solve it quickly but am unable to focus and don't really hear what she says. Images of illuminated manuscripts and such flash in front of my eyes.

After waking up and going back to bed:

My sisters and I are driving by campus, looking for a place that is supposed to have really good fries. When we get out of the car, we see dismembered limbs all over the grass. Jill had been there again.

We go to the police station to talk to the detective in charge of the investigation into the recent terrorist activities. His office door is closed. We go to a room where we are supposed to have an interview. For some reason we don't trust the people there so we go downstairs again to talk to the officer in charge. He tells us to go away and not bother him, so we go back to the interview. It turns out that the men we were meant to talk to are terrorists. We manage to get away again and break into the office, the terrorists following us. They are arrested.

Pregnancy and Setting the Record Straight

This was a dream-within-a-dream but I don't remember any of the details of the frame dream, just that I had dreamed that I dreamed this. Hopefully that made some sort of sense.

I am pregnant from a date rape.

A while into the dream, I am starting to show. I feel like I need to tell all the women in Relief Society about the rape so that they know I am still chaste. I am very comfortable talking about it, but the right time for such a serious discussion never comes.

Janine picks me up and carries me around some sort of house where the Relief Society ladies are gathered.

I am hanging out with Daniel. A doctor or bishop who I have an appointment with comes over to talk to us and assumes that Daniel is the father of my baby, but I correct him, saying that I had been date raped and that Daniel is a good guy and would never do such a thing.