French Sacrificial Killing Rampage Dream

I am on a tour in France with five other girls and my dad (!) on a travel piece/assignment; we have to report back to the editor in chief in Taipei. The guards in charge of us who are around at all times are some German soldiers and one or two Germen women. We speak English to them but Chinese amongst ourselves so they won't understand.

I overhear the guards saying something about one of the girls, Shu, being "a target." Just as I duck into a fancy clothing store, I see them seize her from the reflection in the glass door. Once inside, I call some of the other girls to let them know something fishy is going on. Later the same day another girl disappears.

By nighttime only four of us are left, including my dad. I decide that we should be armed in case they try to grab one of us--we can still overtake them if we try. We hide impromptu weapons in our pockets and bags: razor, older razor, barber's blade, a compass for my dad. I also try to email the editor's secretary in Taiwan to tell her we are in danger. The guards tell us we are going to a restaurant for dinner, and we comply, bringing our weapons.

The restaurant is more like a dance hall, very fancy, filled with people dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos. The atmosphere is so weird I gather up the girls and say, "Let's go to the bathroom, it's safer there."

"La salle de bain?" I ask, and somebody points upstairs. "Merci."

As we are moving up the spiral staircase, I realize that the atmosphere turns even more eerie. The air is solid as ice. Two of the guards escort me back downstairs to a stage of sorts. I struggle a little and try to razor one of their faces. I hope the crowd will help me, but then I realize that every single person in the crowd wants to come and take a shot at hurting me in some way. They have bricks, pots, rulers, even knives and scissors. They line up to hurt me, one by one, as if this were a sacrificial ritual. I fight back and avoid their blows the best I can, hurling bricks and pots in their faces and still trying to use the razor on any exposed body areas to draw blood. Finally I get ahold of a pair of kitchen scissors and go on a killing rampage. I cut people's throats open, slice their entire heads or torsos off.

At this point, some police come to help us. They let me out of the restaurant, but I notice that there are zombies outside. The police let some of my victims out, and I realize my victims have become zombies, too. I go back inside. The girls and I go up the spiral staircase to investigate and find painted portraits of all six of us who started the tour together. This is a secret French society that systematically sacrifices foreigners. *Scary music.* (During the whole dream, appropriate horror movie sound effects and music accompanied each scene.)