I had to type this dream due to its bizarre nature. Well, you could call it a nightmare, I suppose.
The dream started out with me being transferred to some university/college in Australia with a bunch of other students who I had never met.
Firstly, I've never been to Australia, but I've seen pictures and I thoroughly know how the climate is there. However, Australia was perceived in my dream as being a very small island with one giant church in the center, which was supposed to be our destination. It wasn't sunny; it was more dark and cloudy than anything. Anyway, we had to walk up some stairs (which were made out of stone) to get there. I had to bracket the fact that the stairs were made out of stone since the layout was very similar to an area where I live.
In my dream, Australia was basically a small grassy island with stairs that went up a hill, which then led to my supposed university... the church.
This particular dream didn't allow me to control my emotions or feelings very well, which resulted in myself embracing the fact that I had traveled all this way just to see a fucking church. I didn't complain, and neither did the rest of the students.
Nevertheless, as we were all walking towards the church we encountered a priest who was standing just outside, as if he was expecting us. As you would have guessed, he spoke Aussie.
The only problem was that he didn't help much. He said only a few sentences, but they weren't very clear. Me and the other students were actually relying on him to say something we could understand, as if his language was gibberish. In the end, I just followed everyone else who had given up on the old priest. We then spent a long time looking for the entrance to the church. There were no signs, doors, people, not anything! We all circled the church dozens of times, looking for some way to get in.
For some reason it felt as though we were late; as if time was running out. Students became stressed and some even started crying. This made me very paranoid. Suddenly, I sensed that something bad was happening on the other side of the church from where I was standing. This loud thumping could be heard in the background which only increased the tension. Every time I took a step towards the area which made my spine tingle, thumping got louder and louder. Not only that, but everybody who was investigating the noise with me had vanished. They had completely disappeared. Turning my head 360°, I came to the conclusion that I was the only one left. Thumping could still be heard as my concern grew more and more. I started to run around the church towards the thumping noise. Turning the last corner, a horrific sight had taken place beside the church's wall. I could identify within seconds what had just happened as a massive student towered over two other students who he had brutally murdered. One of them was a girl who had evidently been smashed on the head, while the other was a smaller boy who was covered in blood. I stood in my spot for what seemed like ages, just staring at the back of the gigantic student, who was also covered in blood. To my surprise I showed enough courage to yell "What the hell did you do that for?" instead of running away. Consequently, to my dismay the scary figure slowly turned around, showing his red face. He looked like he was just about to cry until he suddenly lashed out at me, pinning me to the ground and then swiftly breaking my neck. This resulted in a skeleton of a cat's head popping up, laughing at me in darkness for what felt like forever.
You're immediately assuming that I woke up after that, right? Wrong.
It didn't feel like I had just died. Instead, the dream just restarted back to when we were walking towards the church. The funny thing is that I could remember everything, but nobody else could. I found this out when I spotted the small boy from earlier walking next to me. I asked him "A-are you alright?" quite concernedly since I had only just witnessed him dead on the floor. Completely oblivious as to what just happened, he calmly replied "What do you mean?" which resulted in me replying a simple "never mind".
We had all reached the church for the second time and as expected, the priest was waiting for us. Once again he spoke only gibberish, which ended up annoying everyone like last time.
I've just realized that I've run out of characters to continue. Sorry about that, but it didn't end happily :)