Someone Was Trying to Kill Me

The beginning and end of this dream are the parts that I remember in the least detail, so they don't seem to make any sense.  Maybe they never did.

I started out at this rec center kind of place, except it was all swimming pools, and it was multi-story.  The building was mostly made of glass, and looking back it was incredibly beautiful, but I didn't really appreciate it then.

I remember going back to the lower-level pool at a certain time each day, and nerdy Nate from my chem class last year was always there.  He was in a wheelchair, and had obviously lost the ability to use his legs.  His personality seemed to be pretty accurate to reality, except that now he was really gung-ho about physical activity, like he just couldn't wait to get in the mix.  I chalked this up to his disability.  We were in an all glass waiting area waiting to get in the pool, there must have been some kind of closed thing going on until a certain time.  So anyway, the second we were allowed to get in the pool, Nate leaped out of his wheelchair and sprinted into the pool room and ran around the pool.  This didnt' surprise me at all, because I knew that at this point his arms were the limbs that were crippled, not his legs.  I don't know if I recognized in the dream that it switched; I don't think I did.

I was turned off by his excitement, and decided to go upstairs to the upper-level pool.  I had to walk up a staircase and at the top show an employee my card or some interaction similar to that.  They dynamic between me and the employee was a parallel of the dynamic between me and Dorothy at the dining hall, I could tell this person loved me.  But in this case he was an older mexican guy in a beige kind of jumpsuit.  The pool was insane looking.  It was all on the second story, and the stairs led up right in the middle of the pool.  There were little nooks to go sit and relax in, and on the far end of the pool, there was an ocean view.  Since the whole pool was made of glass and the water was flush with the sides, it was supposed to blur the line between where the pool ended and the ocean began.  On this far side of the pool there was a wave machine, and I was enjoying boosting myself up as high as possible when a wave went by, so that all I could see was the ocean and these mountain ranges covered in snow.

So after that I was hanging out in a nook with three other people, I don't have any idea who they were.  I was in one of the kind of beige jumpsuits, and there was a number 14 on my right shoulder, but it was digital somehow, like on an alarm clock.  The guys I was sitting with suggested that this meant the mexican guy at the entrance wanted to kill me.  I calmly explained that this was impossible, because the guy loved me.  We looked over to the guy, who was nearby, and he pulled out a bible and read a verse that said something to the effect of "bury the bodies of 17 people".  When he had finished reading, he pointed at me and said 14, then to my friends in succession saying 15, 16, and 17.  It wasn't as scary just then as it sounds now.

Now the dream jumps to a strange little apartment / office place, and the person trying to kill me had become my cousin Joe.  I was there with my aunt and uncle Bonnie and Alan, my cousin, and a girl and her boyfriend, both of whom I think were fictional.  The girl might have been Lindsey Beach.  So I was in this bedroom basically, but I was thinking about the movie panic room, and how great it would be to have one of them, and there was kind of a monologue in my head describing the panic room and why we needed it, even though it was clear we didn't have one.  In my head I was talking about the impossible-to-break metal door, but in reality it was this tiny flimsy white wooden door.  There was something going on with twizzlers at this point, they were locking the door but not doing a very good job or something crazy.

I heard someone rustling around outside, and I was sure it was my cousin planning to come in and kill me, and i looked around for a weapon.  I remember really assessing my whole environment to try to give myself  an advantage in the ensuing battle.  I settled on a nearby vacuum as a weapon, and I imagined, multiple times, beating him to death with it.  The rustling had by this point stopped, and I cracked open the door to see what was going on out there.  I saw the girl and her boyfriend, they had decided to sneak out and take showers, and just try to be quiet and not wake up the guy who had verbally told us all he was going to kill us.  I thought they were so stupid.  So then the girl looked into the bedroom where my aunt and uncle were to check on them, and looked at me with a worried look and said that "he's in there."  I said, "You're kidding right?" because I thought they were taking this situation way too lightly as it was, and it wouldn't have surprised me.  I looked in the bedroom for myself, and sure enough my aunt and uncle were asleep on the bed and my cousin was in the corner looking through old photos with a half-empty bottle of some lemon-flavored hard A.  A small fight followed where I punched and tackled him and got him on his back.  

The connection here is pretty much gone, but shortly after tackling him, he turned into Kristen.  This wasn't really a good thing, since the body was the only thing that had changed, Kristen now wanted to kill me.  My aunt was the only other one in the room at this point, and even though I knew Kristen wanted to kill me, I also knew that I was supposed to leave these two alone - girl stuff.  So I got up to leave and Kristen was acting super strange, kind of jumping on the bed in her underwear - which said something about being 21 on them - and just being creepy.

Once I left the room I was a different guy, viewing myself in the third person.  I was in my underwear (or this guy I was watching was at least) and I went out to the deck of the house, it was now broad daylight, and did something silly to make my family laugh then I put on pants and we were all pretty happy and not worried about much, we might have been having a barbecue.