Last night I had a completely bizarre dream.

It started off with me being back in college again, and of course, some of my friends were there. The furnishings were bare, but every now and then I switched perspective, and it was like I was looking at the dorm as if it were the size of a doll house, if that makes sense, and not actually in them.

Then the dream took a different turn, and my one friend (who has the same first name as me) but who I'm not as close to recently, was there, looking for a hot dress. It was purple, and was so short, not something she would ever wear in real life.

I remember thinking in the dream that there had to be a reason she was wearing it because she has more self esteem issues than I do, and would never prance around like that. So I follow her, and suddenly, it's like we're in a hotel that kind of resembles the one from The Shining, in layout and pattern. And there are these guys there, kind of like frat boys, and they're staring at my friend, calling things after her for the way she's dressed, and I push her past them, and follow directly behind because I don't want her to go wherever she's going alone.

At some point, I realize she's acting as a call girl or something like that, and her dress has turned emerald green. I find out she's going to meet (of all people) Hitler. It's like he has some sort of power over her, over everyone, and because he wants her, he gets her. I make sure to stay with my friend, as she walks through the hotel to her assignment. Then for some reason, I'm thinking how lucky I am that I don't have to do what she's doing, that she's losing her virginity to someone she doesn't love. I then thank God I got to choose, that I gave mine to someone I liked/loved, only in real life...none of that's happened yet.

We're in a grand ballroom, then, and I see people from different stages of my life, many of whom my friend does not know, only the two of us talk about them as if we've known them forever. We talk about how smart we are, how we've always been different and somehow better than some of the other people we were walking past. Then my friend takes us around to a hidden lobby and flight of stairs. I know Hitler and his men are behind the curtain, and my friend tells me to stay behind. At first I do, but I am terrified that she won't come back as she's supposed to.

Despite her telling me to stay behind, I follow her up the stairs, in part because I am curious, but also because, again, I am afraid for her. All of a sudden, I am wearing this weird scarlet red hooded cape-jumpsuit thing. And I keep switching perspectives. Sometimes I'm in my body, other times I'm floating outside it, looking at myself and thinking ''I didn't know I looked like that."

And I have this realization that I am an assassin, and I flatten myself against the wall, the scarlet is covering me from head to toe with the exception of my eyes and part of my hair. Then I kneel on the ground and pray to God. I say "Hello, God, it's me, (my name), please forgive me." I don't know why I'm asking for forgiveness, but I know part of me hopes that the men will think I'm who they're waiting for, and take me and save my friend, because somehow, I know I can make it through whatever it is.

The curtain ruffles, and I'm prepared to attack or whatever, and then, naturally, I wake up.

Basically, it was the most bizarre dream EVER.

Any thoughts or insights would be greatly appreciated.