My Ryan Gosling/Sandwich Killer Dream

A couple nights ago I had a remarkably vivid dream. Here are the details.

Characters:

Ryan Gosling

Sandwich with a face

Humpback whales

A nervous man who will get me killed

Plot:

I’m on a pretty big cruise ship. Kinda like the Titanic but much less folk dancing and aristocratic douchebaggery. There aren’t many people there but there are a shit load of humpback whales swimming around the ship. Then Ryan Gosling runs up to me and he’s my father. No explanation was given as to why a white man in this 30s is my father.

Soon we’re dropped off at a maze that’s colourful and bright. All passengers are split into 2 teams. Point of the game: we have to kill each other. 

I have my little knife and I go about slashing everyone. There’s some fun stuff in here. Jumping off walls and coming down at people’s necks with my knuckle knife. But sometimes I’d stab someone and realize, “Oh no! This person’s on my team! Shoot!” Other times I would avoid stabbing someone really hard only to realize I should have killed them and now they’re running after me!

Somehow I end up in a brightly lit space where some breakfast food items are laid out. But they’re alive and they’re on the other team so we must kill them. There’s a sandwich with a face on it and I bite off chunks of it to kill it. But I can’t eat it because there’s ham in him and I’m vegetarian.

Cut to another scene, the other team is closing in on me and this annoyingly nervous man is throwing me off. Then I wake up and there’s the obligatory nightmare drool on my pillow.

Anyone wanna interpret my dream? I’ll take any and all ideas. To me it seems like a run-of-the-mill anxiety dream drizzled with insecurity and second-guessing.