Chased, stripped, drugged

I was coming out of the shower when we got attacked. I don't remember who I was with, because they were all killed by the bullets that showered onto the house we were hiding in. I entered the scene of the chaos naked, just as the shooters, who were on tanks, disappeared around the corner.

I struggled into my clothes just as the remaining survivors struggled to get out the door. They demanded we get out of there, but that we all had to split ways. For some reason, their way of separating was by leaving just me to fend for myself. What could I say?

So all alone I was, not that it'd bothered me. I was wary, keeping alert of the shooters from before. The places I'd passed and streets I'd walked were deserted as hell.

I got to this shophouse full of flowers, and a woman who seemed to be the florist. Her shop was the only one lighted while the neighbouring shops were all closed, dark, and abandoned.

I was about to get comfortable when she told me 'the enemies were coming' and that I had to make a run for it. For some reason, she didn't seem scared; like those people with the guns were only after certain people, or maybe just me.

Whatever it was, I took her advice and went out the back door, through this garage, where unfortunately for me one of the bad guys was already waiting. I think I was drugged, because I don't remember much from this, or if I made any movement at all.

I was forcefully stripped naked, and had something sharp enter me through my skin everywhere. These were the only things I could remember. I cried, but I couldn't struggle because my movements were restricted by whatever drug I'd been given.

My assaulter disappeared soon after, but I was left bleeding on the floor of the florist. I struggled to get up and put on my clothes again, and walked out the door of the garage.

The chase wasn't over. People were still after me, and I kept running but I would always be stopped by someone from this weird gang, who would drug me and force something sharp through my skin, into my body. Every corner I turned, one of them was there, waiting to do the same to me.

It happened about five times, the pain shooting up my arms and down my legs. Such pain it was, I can't forget... Then my mind decided to wake up, three and a half hours after I'd fallen asleep.

If you're new to this blog of mine, just letting you know that I've always been having strange dreams. Bad dreams, to be exact, scary enough but too regular and normal to be labelled 'nightmares'. They're dark, violent, bloody, and constant.

I can figure out a meaning for this recent bad dream, but I figure it's too complex to state without explaining, and an elaboration for this would take far too long to be put in this together, so scratch it.