So i had this really weird intense dream last night.. i tried to interpret it for myself but can't seem to.. any help would be appreciated
Its a bit long so yeh..

Kay.. So i had a dream that i was on a train that was filled with rows of tables and people sitting at each of them (all around there 20's) .. I dont remember exactly how but
i had done something to piss off the "Masters" who were incharge of everyone, and they had come to punish me. When being punished you had to sit underneath the table and wait for the masters to come.. The tables had long white sheets covering them that went almost all the way to the floor.. so i was only able to see a small fraction of light.

So the "Masters" had come in the room and i was able to see there shadows and feet from underneath the sheets.. I was still being difficult with them and i didnt let them punish me.. So they retreated.. I knew now that they would go to get the "Master" that was the highest in charge and that he would come to punish me next.

While i was waiting i was drawing pictures under the table with my note book about how they may look like, I drew alot of bone shapes and came up with a drawing that had a skeleton foot and a skull interwined.. I stopped drawing because i heard him coming.. They stopped infront of the table and i could see there figures obscuring the light.. A hand emerged from under the sheets and the rest of the sheets fell all the way to the floor so no light could be seen except for a small amount coming in from around his hand.. The hand was huge and it looked decayed with a colouring of blacks and grays.. He had a syringe which would apparently stop my bad behaviour and make me "better", He was to put it in the side of my knee.. He positioned the syringe and started to inject me but the pain was so great that i pulled the syringe from his hand.. Instead of grabbing for the syringe he just pulled back his hand slowely.. as his hand retreated the sheets were fully obscuring all the light... i could feel the space closing in and it was pushing up against me, suffocating me.. it was like my flesh was being dragged down off my body and being sucked into the darkness.. Like my bones were crumbling and my blood was draining.. There wasnt just pain but i dont know this feeling i cant really explain.. I couldnt take it anymore and managed to extend my arm and push it towards the sheets and try to give the syringe back to him.. The feeling started to leave and his hand had emerged again taking the syringe..

I dont recall what happened after i had given it back to him, all i remember is that i got out of the train station in this huge outside space where my friend was waiting to go to college with me.. I asked her if my makeup was okay and she said it wasnt, that there was two big streaks of eyeliner running down my face from crying, i cleaned them up and then remembered that i had done a sketch, i quickly recovered the notebook where i had drawn the skeleton foot and skull and was suprised and relieved to see that my sketches were still there of the supposed "Masters".. I then put it back in my bag and we walked to college.