Hostel

Date: 8/22/2022

My friend Wayne ( both of us girls ) and I took my mother to a concert she really wanted to see. We rode separately, my mother taking her Jeep, and Wayne and I taking my scooter. We parked, me directly in front of my mum, and went to go in. The line to get in was SOO LONG, and while waiting in line, we ended up missing the concert! After waiting for hours and now with only a half hour of the concert remaining and us still nowhere near the entrance, we angrily just left. We went to the parking lot, and with my scooter being too small for Wayne and I to both comfortably sit upon to wait for my mum as she turned around and made her way to the part of the building that had a restroom, we instead sat on the back of a red truck parked just a spot or two over from my scooter. Wayne and I were just sitting there, swinging our legs off the back of the truck, when we noticed a handful of people making their way out of the concert. It must have just ended. Just as we see my mum exit the building with the restroom, Wayne and I are both suddenly grabbed from behind. The owners of the truck had come out and attacked us. Two young men probably in their early twenties had a hold of us while an older man in his fifties got into the driver's seat and took off. My mum saw what happened, and frantically tried to get to her Jeep to follow us before we got too far off. I kept my eyes peered behind us, but I never did see my mother. There was no way she could have made it to her jeep in time to follow us. At some point, we arrive at a large white building. Wayne and I are separated, given private rooms ( nothing but a small bed within ). It felt like days before I saw anyone. Finally, another young man ( about 18, short full dark brown hair, probably only abt 5'7" ) came in and grabbed my arm, forcing me to follow him. When we get to the hallway, he pushed me against the bare white wall and started yelling at me, saying I had shot at his father and he wanted to know why. At first, I couldn't get any words out and I just kinda mumbled something. He grabbed a large knife from his back pocket and shoved it between my legs, placing just enough pressure especially towards the back side that I had to stand on my tippy-toes to avoid before sliced in an area nobody wants to be sliced in! Everything had happened so quickly that I had actually forgotten abt that, but the pressure of the knife made me remember real quick. I told him, after his brothers had violently grabbed my friend and me, my arms kindof went flailing. As they did, I accidentally grabbed onto something on the floor of the truck bed. It was a flair gun. The back window between the bed and the seats of the truck was open. I didn't even get a chance to aim because of the guy that had his arms wrapped around my neck, so I just pointed the flair gun towards the window as best I could and shot. It missed, went right passed their fathers left ear and out the driver's side window. It was then that this 18 year old flicked on the old small television in the corner of the hall. The news was on. The flair gun may have missed the driver I wanted it to hit, but it didn't miss everyone. I remembered seeing a midget at the concert that night, and now he was on the television, standing with the news reporter, crying. He had snuck in one of his friends, also a midget, to the concert inside a small suitcase. They were both jokesters and thought it would be hilarious. The made a plan to try and see how many places they could sneak one another into just using that one small suitcase and were going to use it as material for a set of videos on YouTube. Unfortunately, the flair had hit the suitcase. We hadn't yet made it out to the road when this happened, we were still in the parking lot, so we were close enough to where the midget was standing with the suitcase trying to unlock his car, for the flair to go right through the suitcase. The suitcase was opened up on the news, showing a bloody mess within. I began to cry. I felt horrible. I had killed an innocent man and didn't even know abt it while his poor friend who had to witness it had been mourning and in deep emotional pain for days already! But my crying didn't last long. I was dragged to the back of a room to watch something. At the front of the room were others that these people had abducted. All ages, all races, just lining the front wall. The rest of the room was filled with tables, all full of people looking towards the people at the front and smiling. One slightly older woman at a table was almost in tears and kept shouting, "AMY! AMY!!" while frantically waving at one of the women at the front. I thought, "Are they ransoming these people? Are these their family members that came to pay the ransom and rescue them?" It seemed stupid to me, bc the chances of someone bringing the cops seemed awfully risky for the bad guys. But if they were willing to be that stupid, then that's good for me! Maybe my mum would come get us out of here! My hope didn't last long though. He then dragged me into the next room, and in it was a young man, in his early twenties, tall and thin with platinum hair. He seemed... mentally slow. He came up to me waving with a dumb look on his face. The guy who had me pushed me towards the dumb guy and said, "She's all yours". The dumb guy looked me up and down and his smile disappeared. He said, in an almost childish voice, "Wash your hands!" I looked down at my hands. They were clean. I asked him, "Do you find my hands gross?" With his fingers in his mouth, he violently shook his head up and down. I didn't know what to do. Was I allowed to go to a sink and wash my hands? If the bad guys saw me walk away from this dumb blonde that had apparently just purchased me, would they punish me somehow? I got the feeling we weren't allowed to do anything on our own. It was then that everything came to me. This was similar to a 'Hostel' situation. The moment Wayne and I sat upon the bed of that random truck, our fates were sealed. The family must have felt so lucky to see victims practically giving themselves to them. They abduct people whenever the opportunity strikes and sell them off to other bad people for anything and everything they could possibly want to use us for. Maybe as sex slaves. Maybe as work slaves. Maybe for forced brides. Maybe just for the opportunity to torture or kill someone. Who knew. It was likely that all of these things had been done. But we made it easy for them to take us. And now our lives were over. I hadn't even seen Wayne since that night. And in that moment, I knew that I would never see her or anyone else I knew, ever again. There was a good chance she was already dead. I was to leave with this mentally ill man. I would do whatever he wanted me to do. And in the not so far off future, something minor would anger him and he would kill me for it. Acceptance and sadness both washed over me. This was it....

AI generated interpretation Your dream contains elements of fear, helplessness, betrayal, and a sense of impending doom. The concert that your friend Wayne and your mother attended symbolizes a shared experience and connection between you and your loved ones. Missing the concert due to long lines may reflect feelings of frustration or missed opportunities in your waking life. The attack and abduction in the dream may signify feelings of vulnerability or being taken advantage of by others. The separate rooms in the white building could represent a sense of isolation or being separated from your support system. The confrontation with the young man accusing you of harming his father may suggest unresolved guilt or fear of being blamed for something you didn't intend to do. The violent interaction with the knife highlights a perceived threat or danger in your subconscious mind. The news report of the incident with the midget and the suitcase could symbolize a sense of guilt or responsibility for unintended consequences of your actions. The emotional impact of seeing the midget's friend mourning may reflect feelings of remorse or regret over past choices. The final scene with the mentally slow man purchasing you may represent a loss of control or power in a situation where you feel trapped or unable to escape. The realization that your fate is sealed in a "Hostel" situation could point to feelings of being manipulated or trapped in a harmful or dangerous environment. Overall, this dream may reflect underlying feelings of fear, guilt, and powerlessness in your waking life. It could be helpful to explore these emotions further and consider if there are any external factors contributing to these fears or anxieties. Processing and addressing these feelings consciously may help alleviate some of the underlying stress or tension you are experiencing.