This is probably the most vivid dream i can actually remember that i've had in a long time and it's one i can't stop thinking about.

At the time of this dream i had been homeless for two months and staying at friends homes. A few months before i had become homeless i broke up with my boyfriend, was extremely depressed and had I lost any purpose in life inc. paying my rent. My ex, that i recently broke up with, but still trying to stay in contact with, went over seas. I was counting on him to take me in when he returned, i hadn't asked him but i was pretty sure that he would.

The Dream:

I had just been evicted (in the dream) and my friend suggested i go to a home advisory centre. The first place i went to turned me away saying they did not deal with that location and sent me to another centre that deals with that area. At this second centre i spoke to the man at the desk, he looked like some kind of authority figure wearing a uniform. He said he found me a place and he was just about to finish his shift and could take me there himself. We got on the train and made some small talk, and at the same time his clothes changed from the authoritative uniform into casual clothing.

We got of the train and he pointed straight ahead and said "danger field" i asked what him what he was talking about and he replied "my favourite store."

I look ahead and there is the signage for the store (Danger Field is a clothing store in Australia, not one i ever think about and have rarely gone inside, it's just not i store i care for) We walk towards it, down a little graffiti and old crates filled ally way. As we get closer the building starts to look like a medieval ruin. When we enter the ruin he starts to attack me, and at the same time his head turns into the head a vicious dogs. I try to fight him off and he keeps trying to force himself on me, while at the same time he completely transforms into a black dog with long sharp teeth and claws. I somehow grabbed a hold of the skin around his mouth and skinned him inside out.

I get up and walk outside where there are four women wearing religious attire, standing in line in front of me. Their faces had been mutilated, with different cuts all over. They all shared one common wound running up their nose. Now, i know this does not happen in a lobotomy, but in my dream i knew that that's what the wounds reprosented.

It blackens out and awake in a blue convertible driving down a straight desert road. I look to my side where there is a newspaper. I pick it up and on the front page it reads "Murderer on the Loose, 5 People Murdered" I place it back down on the passenger seat and keep driving on with my hair blowing in the wind.