Ominous club

So, it goes without saying that I haven't posted here for a long, long time.  One would be forgiven that I've completely abandoned this blog, but that's not the case.  The reality is that I've had very few memorable dreams in all that time, and the ones I have remembered have been fleeting.  It's something that has both perplexed and frustrated me for the last 2 years.  Some say that the very act of writing dreams down facilitates the process of remembering, so here's hoping.

In this dream, I visited a club in my hometown that in the waking world is actually a theatre.  Upon entering, I realised this was some kind of fetish club; the clientele was dressed in the sort of leather BDSM attire you'd normally associate with that sort of culture.  Sitting in one of the side rooms of the club was a friend of mine I haven't seen in a long time and in this dream, he was gay (he isn't IRL).  He was wearing an all-white outfit open at the chest and his hair was dyed blonde.  He never said anything about his sexuality, I just "knew", in that way you just seem to in dreams.

Anyway, he asked me why I was there, and that the club didn't seem like somewhere I'd visit.  I told him that I'd never seen it before and wanted to check it out, but was starting to have reservations.  The next thing I know, the scene had changed and the two of us were in some basement rooms beneath the club.  In this basement area, there were several rooms behind doors and another set of stairs leading even further downwards.  We were standing in some sort of atrium and on the wall in front of me was a large pane of glass.  I looked through it into a small room that contained a little bed.  My friend entered the room and noticed the pillow on the bed had bloodstains.  At this point, I started to sense a threat and told him that.  He responded by running down the stairs, which I didn't think was a good idea.  I, therefore, decided to run back upstairs into the main area of the club so I could leave.  However, I couldn't find the door that lead back to the staircase.  I opened one and found myself looking into a room with a body on the ground and someone crouched over them.  This got me even more worried.  I closed the door and left.

I eventually found the staircase leading back upstairs and frantically tried to find the exit, but it seemed as if the layout of the club was shifting and changing, making it harder to escape.  Fortunately, I managed to find the way out and ran out into the street before floating away to safety.  This ending leads me to a recurring theme that has featured in the little I have managed to remember from dreams over the last few years, but I'll save that for another post.