I felt completely exhausted last night, so I went to bed early, and had a quite nightmarish dream.
I was a completely different person in it - I was a middle age woman with strawberry blonde hair. I was with my husband (only have on in the dream) and we went to this other woman's house. Somehow we knew that she was a murderer, and we were planning to either turn her in to the police or kill her if we had to. Me and my husband went into one of the large rooms and then my husband excused himself, leaving me entirely alone to capture her. She then began talking about how she had been jealous of my relationship with my husband for years, and she lunged at me. We rolled around on the ground scrabelling, when I grabbed an ornament from the table and struck her over the head with it. No matter how many times I did this, she would not die. She then pulled out a knife, and stabbed me in the thigh so that I was unable to defend myself, then she proceeded to cut open the back of my head so that the skin was pealing off.
Then she would go out of the room, and in that moment I somehow managed to pick up the heavy object again, and tried to attack her. The blowscseemed to do nothing, even though I still had some strength, and then she began to cut from my neck downwards... It was slow, agonising and horrifying, and I hd to lie there and experience it. Eventually when she had peeled off my entire skin, she wrapped it around herself, and went to find the husband. (I was watching from above at this point).
I then was transported back to the point just before the husband left, I then quickly exhausted myself, and ran upstairs, while he tried his best to distract her. The whole thing reminded me of a videogame, where you would get multiple tries if you died. She soon began hunting for me, and it became obvious that it was me she wanted to torture and kill- just me. Almost too easily she found me upstairs, and I tried to defend myself, but she was immune to the blows, so she started to cut my skin off at the back of the head and then began the excruciatingly slow process again. The third time I went back to the same moment I was getting desperate, so I simply sprinted to the attic, climbed out, and jumped off the roof. And then I woke up at 5:30 in the morning.
I really don't know what to make of this