Where's Freud?

I had very strange dreams over the weekend. And stranger still, I remembered most of them. Friday night (I think, it might have been Saturday) I dreamed that I had been abducted by people who broke into my room in the night. There was this guy who had a knife and I remember the very real fear and thinking that I did not want to die and that I had to find a way out of the situation. Guy-with-knife lunged at me and managed to wound me a bit but I remember getting hold of the knife before he recovered his balance and gaining the upper hand. Then I stabbed him twice in the chest. He staggered a swayed a little and I remember feeling a bit uneasy because he wasn't really down yet. So I stabbed him again on his belly and twisted the knife around and sliced upward. I wasn't really aware of any blood, just that I felt oddly satisfied when I was done. Then I had to get away. I leapt into an adjacent building and then into another one and so on until I felt that I'd lost 'them'. After that my family somehow managed to get hold of me and they drove me to this vacant lot beside a shopping mall where I would have to hide away from 'them'. But I had to get into the mall for something and inside they were everywhere and they recognized me so I had to get away again. I got outside and ran into a park with ostriches inside and there I told my sister that I would have to stay deep inside so I could remain hidden.

And then the dream just stopped. The next thing I remember is that I was in a garden with potted plants around me and there was some old guy teaching me how to properly water one of the plants. It had something to do with draining out the excess water and measuring the water level in the pot. And then I woke up.

The next night I dreamed I was a street urchin and there was someone teaching me how to read in a room inside a mansion with lots of books and colorful furniture. And then I was outside the really tall, solid fence of the mansion and I was thinking of how to smuggle a frog into the mansion without anyone noticing. Then one of my street urchin friends stuck his head on top of the fence from the inside and told me that I was being tested by the owner of the mansion, who was the same person teaching us how to read. And I remember thinking that my friend wasn't really any help, and I couldn't figure out a way to get the frog inside.

After that, I was suddenly the ruler of a particular country and I had captured and defeated an enemy and I was deciding how best to get rid of him. I remember thinking I shouldn't let him rot in prison because he might be able to escape. So I decided that a public execution would do and I ordered him to be burned at the stake. And I watched with pleasure as his body was consumed by the flames. And then I woke up.

There you go. A glimpse into my subconscious. I don't exactly know what to make of it. And if you think it's all just rubbish, well, it probably is.