I was with family - my wife, at least, but there may have been others - at some sort of event on a college campus. My wife was playfully raising our youngest granddaughter upside-down above her head, and her short dress was flopping down to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties. I realized that she hadn't put any on after I'd changed her diaper that morning, and that it was my fault for not making sure that she had done so, so I agreed to take her back over to the dormitory so that she could don a pair.
When we got there, I was suddenly alone on the first floor, trying to find our room and realizing that it was on the second floor, so I began trying to find the stairwell door. Then I realized I didn't have my granddaughter anymore, and began to search for her. I went "back" downstairs, where there was a communal bathroom. I opened a stall door, and there was an older gentleman (well, he was probably not much older than my actual age, but I seemed younger in this dream) who was pulling up his pants. I apologized for disturbing him, but instead of leaving the bathroom I peered under the partition, where I saw a small leg sticking up from a large, square, tiled bath. I burst back into the stall, where I saw my granddaughter mostly submerged in the water in this square bath, and it was obvious that the man had raped her and attempted to drown her. I pulled her up out of the water by her leg and desperately began attempting to revive her while the old pervert laughed at my helplessness. While continuing to hug her and attempt to bring her around, I began to drown him, holding him under the water with my legs, determined to kill him for what he had done to her. Finally she began to respond to my efforts, at which point I awoke from my dream.
I am not even going to try to analyze this as I was taught to do, by assuming that every element of my dream represents me in some way. It is simply too disturbing. I did not sleep very well for the remainder of the night.
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