Okay, so having a degree in Psychology where I studied topics mainly focused on brain chemistry, therapy and (as a guilty pleasure) Para-Psychological phenomenon (but we won't go into that), I know the structure and content of dreams are often influenced by things you are thinking/concerned about.

However, once in a while, you come across a dream that just freaks you the crap out and, while this one was tame by most standards and not really featuring much in the way of horror, it just plain unsettled me.


Okay so, the basic idea of the dream was that my mate and I were staying in a hotel. It was very rural (I'm certain there was a moose head in the lobby) lots of oak paneling, run by an elderly couple who have long since forgotten the values of personal care. The manager looked like a carbon copy of Father Jack, put it that way (anybody not familiar with the UK show Father Ted can feel free to look up the reference later).

The issue was not with him, however.
Out room (with ensuite 1950's floral wall paper and basically decorated like an old lady's sitting room) had one of those doors that connects the adjoining room. We found this door to be unlocked. So I tried to lock it.
I pulled it to, turned the key and noticed that it hadn't locked. I tried again. It wasn't locked.
I then opened the door to find our 'neighbor' on the other side. RIGHT on the other side. Like he'd been standing there staring at the door. This was a bit freaky.
Now, the individual in question looked like he was being played by a cross between David Tennant and Zachary Quinto (he seemed to change between the two now that I think back, but you never really cotton on to this in a dream. Different mechanics apply).
Anyhow, we said hellp, and I mentioned that the door wouldn't lock. He gave me a seriously piercing, psychotic stare and said that I wasn't to lock it.
I asked why and he told me that we weren't allowed to.

Creepy.

I then closed the door and we went out to dinner. I remember seeing our neighbor at an adjoining table and so, thinking him distracted, I quickly ran back to the hotel and tried to lock the adjoining door again. It locked this time.
So what was suspicion before now turns to certainty that he was somehow preventing it from locking.
I return to the restaurant, we finish eating, we did something else I can't quite remember. Then we go back to our room, and find the adjoining door has been forced open and on the wall in blood is written
'I will kill you in your sleep'

Then I woke up

... incredibly freaked out


And I'm wondering which dark part of my subconscious this dream came from.
It seriously unsettled me *lows out a breath*

Oh well ... hopefully tonight I'll sleep less psychotically.

Wish me luck ...