Dreams tacks

Monkey attacks sister

I saw this horrible dream last night.I was staying in a bar with some friends and in a moment comes a guy that had a familiar face but I cant remember who he was.There was also a boy that goes in a university next to mine but I dont personally know him.Whatever.So the unknown man throws acid at this boys face and In a moment the man attacks me with something and when I look at my body I have THREE deep cuts,one in my breast ,one in my leg,and one in my cheek.Then I pull like a gun or something and hit him.What does this mean? I dont known if this is related but im going to have some very hard exams in a week.

Its evening time just got dark my husband yells out the house door to tell me about a person breaking into houses taking children and giving it to a vicious dog to use as a toy and tells me to go a few houses down to tell a family friend what is going on. I see myslef running crying and screaming ashley and they turn the radio up and run inside the house. After I have made sure she knows I turn around to go back home and In the process of doing so the dog comes out of no where and attacks my arm. Latched to my arm the dog is just sitting there and a officer shows up shoots the dog in the side of the head

I was in school. College perhaps, because I recall being able to call the teacher "professor." I think, even, that the teacher in question was one of my teachers from college. Liz, we called her. Her first name was Elizabeth. I can't even remember what her formal 'teacher name' would be. She was always just Liz. My class and I had a project to do. A last-minute, end of the year project that was thrown together due to poor planning on the professor's part. I had to go to a particularly large classroom - literally quite grandiose, with stacks of bookshelves for some reason lining the walls - and I had to put on a performance for a class of younger students. We were tasked with performing Star Wars - just the first movie, Darth Vader and all that noise. But we had no costumes. Nor did we have any preparation. We had to do it right then. The only costumes we could find were (and this may be dangerous to say around these parts)... animal costumes. Fur suits. All I can remember was being mad. That wasn't what I signed up for. I was failed by the educational system. Failed by my professor. I remember yelling about it, making a scene, in front of the audience, about how much of an utter disgrace the whole thing was.

I dreamt of being in Auschwitz and the attacks on the jews as if i were one of them and being scared and trying to hide myself from the nazis and mass shootings