It's Okay

Had the strangest, terryifying seemingly endless dream. As if it had lasted eight hours. There is a killer, or the ghost of a killer, who is still killing. Gabby is there, and she is helping me exorcise the place? Except we are probably going to die yet I am already dead? At times I think I am the one about to die, the corporeal killer whom I refer to as a ghost is bearing a knife. At times he looks like Bob (the owls are not what they seem) at times he looks like Dan (poet Dan who will be in town this weekend, not creepy Dan). There are hallways and running. Then the dream is corridors and walking. The tone of the dream changes entirely, even though I am referring to things that happend. Jeff is in the corridor with me, and tells me either "It's okay" or "It's just a play" In the context of the dream, both things make sense. Gabby and Dan are there helping us load things into a car, a labyrinthian under or above ground carpark. There is a lot of walking to and from the haunted apartment to the carpark through concrete halls. Jeff and I are alone and I am quite drunk. I move to kiss him then abruptly stop and say "No, the door is open." We walk around alot of places, the empty city at night a summer night a winter night, an open field. I wake up with a start, angry at him for buying a haunted theatre.