Dreams stabbing

I was at my friends house and i saw her but she didn't see me and she was stabbing me in my back and it felt so real

Dreamed I was in the baby room. there was a figure standing by the window. I couldn't see them so I tried to look in the mirror. Something ball like was making me look away, pulling on my robe. I tried biting it. I finally saw the figure and it was a person dressed in a robe and hood. the person had a knife in their hand and they lunged at me, stabbing me in the stomach. My instestines fell out and I was trying to hold them as I ran away and out of the room.

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.

I had a dream that i was kidnapped with my little three yea r old daughter and they took us to differentplaces and i was able to get away by stabbing the kidnappers what does this mean?

I was with a sister and a friend. Their faces were blurry, so I couldn't recognize them at all. I just knew who they were. We were in my grandparents old house, and it was a perfect match to what it was in real life. My parents were upstairs sleeping, and us 3 stayed downstairs until later. We saw on the news that morning that it was the "Night of the Savannah" and to take caution. We looked it up, and found that it was a creature that visited your house at night and tried to hurt you. That night, we were turning off the lights to head upstairs. We all walked out to the dining room from the kitchen, and my sister was attacked by a large black shadow with bright white eyes. It squeezed her, shook her, and she screamed. The more she screamed, the more she was hurt. My friend fled to the living room, and the shadow then did the same to her. I ran and smacked the shadow, and it turned on me. It grabbed a hold of my neck, and every time I screamed louder it squeezed harder. Eventually, I grabbed its neck and it began screaming as well. An ear piercing, horrible scream. It wouldn't die, my friend and sister started shooting it and stabbing it. I wound up slamming my hand over it's mouth and it stopped screaming, and then started to fade into dust. My sister and friend were beating and shooting at the air, and I was still screaming, feeling like something was still touching me.