Yet another disturbing dream

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I was on some sort of submarine ice-breaking ship in the arctic. It would smash through the ice it could at the surface, or smash up from underneath if it couldn’t break through above.
I was a spy placed on board the ship to investigate the actions of the ship and crew.
Eventually they caught me sending messages off to the people who put me there and brought me to the dining hall on the ship. All of the tables and stoves were pushed to the sides to make a big circle in the middle of the room.
“You betrayed your ship,” the captain told me. “So, you must fight for your life against my son.”
His son was a huge man who towered over me. He stood on the far side of the ring grinning at me.
“Because he is my son, he gets a weapon to use against you,” the captain said.
“Do I get any weapon?” I asked.
“No.”
His son stepped into the circle and held up something small in his hand.
“For my weapon I choose a syringe of insulin so when they find his body we can tell them he died of a heart attack chopping the ice,” he said, holding it up to be seen.
As he said this the rest of the crew cheered. I realized this was a weapon he had used before.
“Dead or alive the loser will be thrown out onto the ice,” the captain said. “Begin.”
His son charged at me with the syringe held above him like a dagger. I caught his arms above my head. He tried to maneuver the point of the syringe into my hands or arms. It would only take a small movement to do that while our hands were together. I felt the tip of it hit my arm and pull them down quickly. The insulin sprayed down my arm as he pushed the plunger down.
He realized he had missed with the insulin and shoved me hard in the chest. I was knocked back to the circle of metal tables around us. As I landed on the table, I saw I was near one of the stoves. On it was a cast iron frying pan. It wasn’t hot as the stove was off, but it was still something I could use.
I spun around quickly with the frying pan out. He was almost on top of me with the syringe raised again. I couldn’t tell if there was anything in it or not, but I continued with the swing bringing the pan up to his shoulders and head.
It hit him pretty hard and he stood there for a second with his hands still up.
I thrust the pan quickly into his face twice.
He fell over.
The captain declared me the winner and that his son would be thrown out on the ice as soon as we surfaced. Crew people dragged his son away.
Later, I asked to see his son.
I was brought to a compartment near the tower of the sub where his son was laid out on a stretcher. His eyes were open, but he didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on. He was wrapped up in several blankets that I was sure I would not be given if I had been the one thrown out on the ice.
“I don’t think I hit you that hard,” I said to him. “I think this is some sort of con, but I haven’t figured out what yet.”
He continued to stare past me, not moving.
“I think you’re awake and just faking this,” I told him.
I picked up a small metal bowl that was on a table near him. I whacked him in the face with it to see if he’d move. He didn’t.
“Well, you’re going to be thrown out on the ice soon,” I told him. “I hope for your sake this is some sort of plan of yours. Otherwise, you’re going to die.”
I left him. We surfaced soon and the crew left him on the ice.
Later the sub was picked up by the people I worked for and the whole crew was arrested. I sat on the bridge of some sort of naval ship and gave my report of everything that had gone on.
“Did you go back and rescue the captain’s son from where they left him?” I asked the people on the bridge.
“We went back,” one of them said. “But, he wasn’t there. We found foot prints leading away from where he was left. We couldn’t find him. All we know is that he is still out there running after you.”
Dream ends.

I woke up from this dream about midnight with my heart beating very fast. Parts of it have faded between then and when I’m writing it down. In the dream there was a lot more at the start on the sub. I remember an image of it plowing through an ice field breaking a path with the front of the sub. There was more to do with the crew and some reason why I was spying on them. And, there was more towards the end of it getting captured.
The fight part of it bothered me a lot. I don’t like violent dreams and hitting him with the frying pan upset me. Also the part where I hit him with the bowl for no particular reason bothered me a lot as well.

Many times I can tell what inspired the dreams I’ve had. But, this time it is a mystery to me. Every element of it is something I’ve seen, but almost none recently. It is true that the other day someone talked to me about making fried chicken in a cast iron pan, but that’s the only thing that is recent and it is a couple of days ago. I’ve seen mystery shows where they killed someone with insulin, but none recently. I’ve seen shows on subs and ice breakers, but again not recently.
The ending reminded me a lot of the first “Friday the Thirteenth” movie with the “he’s still out there” ending. Maybe that’s where I got it even if it’s been 28 years since I saw that movie.
A big snow storm was projected for today and was all over the news last night. But, why would my dream turn that into an ice breaking sub?
Where ever my dream came from, it bothered me a lot. I had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep and didn’t sleep well the rest of the night.