What do my dreams say about me?

I had an especially vivid dream last night. I woke up a bit disturbed this morning because I was concerned about what my unconcious might be trying to tell me. I never put much stock into dreams, but when I have dreams this vivid, it tends to make me at least temporarily reevaluate my stance on their meanings.

The dream has faded since this morning, and I'm not sure how some of the sections intersect; however, there are specific parts that are still right with me. I was at a hotel for some kind of gathering. I'm not sure what it was a gathering of, but there were many people there (a majority of whom I knew from various places including high school, college, and work). It was all fine until there was some kind of fire drill type thing in which I freaked out and somehow managed to get shot by the people policing the drill (because I was freaking out). I was shot by some kind of gun that shot poison type darts in a star pattern, and was hit on the arm. Immediately, blisters formed at all of the entrance wounds. I chose to ignore them.

Then, afterwards, when everyone had regrouped in some kind of conference hall area in the hotel, I had a horribly vivid, tramatizing experience (which I'd rather not divulge in this blog) that caused the blisters on my arm to start to eat my skin and it was bleeding like crazy and falling off my arm.

I was rushed to the infirmary area where the forensic scientist, Abby (from NCIS), treated my wounds. Everytime I looked at my arm, I puked because it was so disgusting. Abby ended up having to cut much of my arm off, and I ended up in a heap of tears bawling on the floor.

I think this dream was telling me that I'm too stressed out to live, and that I should probably get more sleep. I am choosing not to listen to it, but I can't seem to let go of the images. The images are more than a little painful.

I'm feeling a bit sick. I'm going to try to sleep now. Hopefully, I will only have nice dreams tonight. I can't deal with these crazy ones anymore.