Dream Speak

I decided to write the small part of the dream i had this morning which i remember. sadly i only remember that small part.

It's kind of freaky.

I dreamt that everyone of us, who was there in a class, had to drink a spoonful of blood from another person. And you could only drink one spoonful from a certain one person, no more. But it wasn't so gross cuz the blood really looked just like ribena. It wasn't thick or bright red like how i imagine fresh blood would be, but it was watery and diluted and darker, though i'm pretty sure in my dream it was intended to have come straight from the person without any processing.

Unfortunately i don't remember what it was for!!

Arg. Should have tried to remember just when i woke up before it all faded away into dusty dizzy nothingness of the morning.

What would Freud have to say about this snapshot of a dream?