Hello, I'm a new forums user. I am looking for some interpretation about a dream I had. The first reason I'm looking for this is because, as you'll see, the dream was somewhat frightening (at least in hindsight, during the dream, I was not frightened). The second reason is that I am far from a lucid dreamer and do not normally recall my dreams with such great detail, which makes me wonder if this dream carries some meaning that I'm to take with me into the waking world.

I am a 28-year-old college student, and a woman, to know a bit about me. I am an American. I am single and satisfied with where I'm at in life (I.E., not really looking for a relationship). I will be traveling overseas April of next year to live for a few months, which is part of why I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm agnostic and very tolerant of other religions and beliefs, though not tremendously religious myself. I put these as specifics because often dreams relate to others or relationships, but I'm not in a relationship nor is there anyone special in my life. I talk about religion because, well, you'll see...

In my dream, I am me. I'm the only person in my dream that I recognise, and I am the person that I am in the waking world (that is to say, I'm not looking through someone else's eyes in the dream). From what I recall, the dream took place in the first-person perspective. The first part that I can remember is that there was a man and he was cutting my throat. I don't recall the implementation used, but I do recall that I was not afraid and didn't try to stop him. It almost seemed like I expected him to cut my throat, and there was a reason for it. That's what I was feeling when it was happening. I don't know what he looked like, either. He may very well have not had a face, or maybe I didn't see him because he was behind me. He cut my throat, but missed my windpipe, so I was able to breathe but I was bleeding profusely. The cut happened very quickly, but it was painful.

I was then wandering around a city street, bleeding and looking for help. I saw a nun and went to her for help. I actually said the word "sanctuary," asking if she could grant me sanctuary. She took me to a place that would be best described as a sort of halfway house. There were other people there, but I either didn't recognise any of them or they didn't have faces. You know, those "place-holder" people that your mind thinks up during a dream sequence. The nun took me to a nurse's station, like one you'd find in any high school in America.

I expected to just get gauze on the cut and to stop the bleeding but in the end, there was a real doctor who stitched up my neck professionally. It healed in two days. In those two days, I stayed in the halfway house but eventually they asked me to leave because they needed beds for other people, and I was healed. Nothing happened during those two days, they didn't really even pass. I just jumped from getting stitched up to knowing it'd been two days and I was healed. I left the halfway house and joined the Army. I just remember that the next thing I was doing was boot camp, and I knew I was in the Army.

That's all I can remember. During the dream I was not afraid, or angry, or anything. I don't remember any emotions. It was almost as if I felt nothing the entire time, aside from perhaps acceptance of the things happening around me. I think I "went to" the nun or conjured the nun because nuns help people, not because I have a particular affinity towards religion. Or perhaps I do, who knows? I was not raised catholic, but a different denomination of Christianity.

I don't know if I've missed any details that might help, at least about my life, but that's all I remember about the dream in particular. Feel free to ask any questions if I can grant clarity anywhere.

Thanks in advance.