Killing Me Softly……?

    I had a very strange dream early this morning. I don’t remember much of it, except the very end, and it was pretty gruesome and disturbing.
 
     I am at a house, that is pretty much isolated from any civilization and its like an old house. The front and back porch are screened in, and the back porch faces the woods. In the dream there is a woman hanging on the back porch in a very Christ like position on the cross, only she is suspended in the air by chains. She has short, dark black hair, she has on black panties and a black bra. Nothing lacy or sexual, just plain underwear. Her head is cocked down and to my right, and there is blood streaming down her body.
 
    I am wearing a red and black corset, and my hair and makeup are done impeccably, I remember in the dream feeling very womanly and desirable and wondering why I am at this house. The next thing I hear is the killer, who is also female calling my name, I look up and see her. I can’t remember what she looks like though. She is telling me to help her, that I need to get this torture device from the basement and bring it up to her or this woman will die now!
 
    I could feel my head spinning like I couldn’t believe this was real. I thought that the police would show up any minute and end this whole ordeal, or that it was some kind of mean joke. I watch myself get the item the killer asked for, and I watch myself handing it to her, and I see the hanging woman sobbing for me to take it back, and to run and get help as fast as I can. The killer has no physical hold on me, I know, I could have taken off running. I knew in my head though I would be running for a long time before I found help, and by then this woman could be dead.
 
    Then I woke up.
 
    I told Frank about this dream, and he believes all dreams are just our unconscious working problems out symbolically. He thinks maybe I am scared of confronting a situation, or of my ending of something, and myself is trying to desensitize and prepare myself for this pain. I asked him who he thought I would be "killing" and he said, "Me."  Another analogy could be that I am having to face something I did and may or may not be proud of and the only way to get passed it is to confront it and share it.
 
    I guess BOTH of his analogies make a lot of sense. I know I want to work things out with him, but part of me also wonders how far our relationship is going to go now that I know the truth. What bothers me most is the fact I went all the way up to STL to see that guy and I don’t even feel a little guilty about it. I didn’t feel a little guilty when I considered it, when I was there, nothing. So this dream, who am I killing? Is it myself (and the remembering of what the victim was wearing does match what I myself wore on my little escapade to STL…doesn’t escape me..) and the person I was or thought I was and am I morphing into some other version of that girl? The wanton one in the sexy red corset who hands the torture device to the killer to finish off the poor woman? Is the victim Frank? Is my subconscious telling me things are not going to work out as I had planned? As I want them to? The thought of ending things with him terrifies me. It really does. I feel like a different person now though, and I wonder if this new person is going to want the same things…
 
    Or maybe it was just a psychic experience and if a woman serial killer is discovered then I have pretty awesome powers, ha ha.
The dream kind of weighs heavily on my mind today. It was very vivid, and the image of all three of us women in the last scene is the last thing I saw before I woke up. I have been rolling it around in my head all day.
 
    I am open to interpretation.