New Orleans Haunting Me

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New Orleans Haunting Me
Nov 14th, 2006, 11:30pm I've always has pretty weird nightmares but this one is probably the worst and most recent.

In real life, my friend Ester ran away to New Orleans when she was 16 and the day she got there she was raped and killed. Her body was found under a bridge with her throat slit. This was about 9 years ago.

My dream..
I was standing on the corner with two friends of mine, Billy and Daniel (Billy is my friend from here, Buffalo. Daniel is a boy who likes me from New Orleans, I met him through a friend) Daniel was saying how he wants to go to 901 Bourbon St. Everyone that was there kept repeating 901 Bourbon St. I asked what it was and Daniel told me it was a gay bar, that we were just going there for fun. I asked Billy the name of it and he just said 901 Bourbon St and I told him, "No, the actual name of the bar" and the told me but I don't remember. We started walking there and Daniel had a digital hand held map type of thing that showed us where we were going. The walk seemed to take forever and the whole time I was trying to call my boyfriend Dave and my best friend/ex-boyfriend Dean but it was saying that their phone lines were disconnected which made me worry and scared. Daniel was being nice but some what aggressive, trying to rush me and kept pulling me hard on my arm saying we were almost there. We get there and the people he wanted to meet up with weren't there and he freaked out and became paler and his eyes became more dark and scary. Billy was there though and he tagged along with us from then on. Billy looked like a zombie, no emotion on his face what so ever other than a sad depressed look of pity. We walked down the street until we got to a street called Toulose St. and the whole walk there Daniel was cursing and complaining and becoming more and more angry. He was pulling my arm to the point of extreme pain. As time went on while we were walking he became even more pale. There were HUGE buildings that looked like the were getting closer to the street and taller and the area became darker. I told Daniel I didn't want to be there and he began to pull harder and said, "We're almost there!" I asked where and he said, "Stop asking so many questions!" Then I looked at Billy and he gave me this look that makes you think he's thinking, "I'd REALLY hate to be in your shoes right now." The look gave me this terrible feeling in my gut and then we turned right on Rampart St. which was a BIG open area that had this one huge building (that I saw in a previous dream.. my body looked like it was seran wrapped the the building and my throat was slit into an X and I was just dead basically. That is all from a previous dream) There also was a bunch of empty cars, like a big car lot. We got about 3 blocks down the street and then Daniel became infuriated. He started screaming, "Fuck! God Damn it!" Now his skin is so pale, it seems to give off this dark, demonic type of glow. It became MUCH darker around his eyes and he just looked so dead inside. Billy still showing only one emotion, pity. We turned around and I asked what was going on, what was wrong and Daniel snapped at me and threw me onto the ground yelling, "What the fuck did I say about the stupid damn questions!?" Billy replied with, "There are no stupid questions," and Daniel yelled at him telling him to shut up. Billy grabbed my arm and pulled me up and it hurt real bad. We started walking the way we came. I was looking around and now I could see people far down the street, in a big group, being slaughtered. Billy smiled. Daniel said to me, "We missed it... We fucking missed it. Go figure with someone like you, you're worthless." I looked down and apologized then he let go of my arm. We just walked and ended up at this street called Charters? I don't remember the exact spelling but that is the general idea. There was a big house and it was Daniel's house with a kind of crummy white car across the street infront of the house. It was AMAZINGLY huge, very dark and gave me a bad vibe so I didn't want to go in. Daniel grabbed me by my arm and dragged me in. We walked down this really long hallway and each room we walked pass had something more disgusting and grusome than the last. Dead, mulilated bodies everywhere. It made me sick. At the end of the hall was a closet and Daniel threw me into it and shut the door. It was very small and very dark and then the closet started filling up and crawling with spiders. Now if you know me, you know I'm horribly claustrophobic, scared of dark rooms, and petrified of spiders. I started screaming and pounding on the door but I couldn't get out. It felt like forever but when Daniel opened the door, the spiders were gone and he said I was only in there for 5 minutes. His face now covered in blood, abrasions all over his arm, and this look in his eye that I can only describe as a nightmare. The grabbed me and through me into a room that reminded me of a bathroom, but it wasn't a bathroom. It was freezing. Billy was covered in blood as well. There were restraints on the floor and they used them on me. I couldn't get up and they gaged me. I saw me as a little girl in the room too, they were touching the younger me in VERY inapropriate ways, they stripped her and beat her and rapped her and every hit they did to her, I could feel. Then they came to me and beat me severly and I could actually feel it. I was in REAL pain. They stripped me with a razor and began to cut my body and raped me. After that, the dragged me out of the room and put me in the backseat of the car. I looked into the rear view mirror and I saw that I was covered in blood but Billy and Daniel weren't. They started driving and Billy was telling Daniel, "This isn't right, it wasn't suppose to be tonight!" and Daniel replied with, "It's better now then never." The car stopped on Basin St. and we began walking, we cut through a park and ended up at St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. I walked into the cemetery and there was Ester, sitting there, with her face in her hands crying. She looked up at me and said, "No one helped me, no one heard me scream." and I began crying hysterically, and tried to get to her because I felt I had to help her but no matter how fast I tried to run, I couldn't get to her. I looked behind me and I didn't even move an inch. Daniel started laughing and Billy just looked like he felt bad. When I turned around this thing grabbed me, I couldn't see it but it held me down so tight, it was choking me. I started crying and screaming and trying to break free and then I saw this light. It was so beautiful, it was a reddish purple color and it just glowed but it scared me so much and as I went to scream, I woke up.

I called my friend Billy and told him because I couldn't stop crying and I was afraid. Later on that day I was telling Dave about my dream because I wrote it down as soon and I woke up so I wouldn't forget it. As I tell Dave this story, he talks as if he knows the place I was talking about and we looked it up online. The place I dreamed about was New Orleans, Louisiana. The streets, the cemeteries, the way I went, it was all there. It's a REAL place. 901 Bourbon. St. is a REAL gay bar. I started crying hysterically. Dave knew where I was talking about because when he was 16 he ran away there so he knows the area but I've only been to New Orleans once with my father when I was 10 years old, a year after Ester died and I was only passing through the area so I don't know it at all.

How does that happen? How do I dream of a place in detail and it be a real place? Why am I dreaming dreams like this?
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Re: New Orleans Haunting Me
Reply #1 - Nov 16th, 2006, 1:16am Well nightmares can relate to many things. But often if you are taking a large risk in real life then its possible to have a dream about that. Though often that risk will not be immediately obvious in the dream(dreams are like that).

The dream features all the features of a story developing and turning nasty. Like in real life a real nightmare situation will slowly emerge in our minds. The zombies, the rapes, the just generally bad feel to the dream. This dream is playing out our worries about the future in some situation.

Tolouse is a possible play on words. Street names seem to be puns in many cases. Here there are two possible puns. Perhaps the dream is about losing... with the pun being "to lose". Maybe its about the proper pronunciation... and so its about your need to be less loose in some way... "too loose"

The dream features a gay bar? I would associate that with high living and risk taking... living for the moment.

Try to think about what you were thinking about before you went to sleep that maybe important. Often fantasies can be played out and maybe the dream will point to moments when we need to be more realistic or less fanciful in our thinmking
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