Nightmare on My Street..

So I just woke up from a horrible nightmare at 5:30...And I'm terrified to go back to bed.

In my dream, It's early morning, and I start off in a building full of people I know. My Sister Brittany, my cousin Wesley, My dad, my friend Alyssa, and a bunch of other people I don't know, but apparently did in my dream. We were all practicing or getting ready for something, though I don't know what. Anyways, My dad asks me if I'm ready to go home yet, and asks if Alyssa wants to go with since it's been so long since she was out there. She said no that she couldn't today.

Then somehow I end up in my driveway, throwing a bottle in and out of the basketball goal. Clearly thinking I was locked out. And up the driveway there was a man, a tall light skinned black man with short hair, wearing an olive colored button up shirt, and black dress pants and shoes,talking on the phone and looking around. I didn't pay him too much mind, and he then got in his car and drove off to my neighbors. I figured he may be some land contractor or something.

He then comes back, gets out of his car, we start talking and he begins to ask me questions about my insurance. He wanted to know if there was a better place to talk, so I figured we could stand in the entryway. As soon as we did he opened the front door as if it had been unlocked the whole time. I remember thinking that it was rude for him to just open my door like that. When I stepped through the door, I knew something was wrong. I knew it. I could feel it all around me. He tried heading to the kitchen and I directed him to the wreck room at the back of the house instead. I didn't want him near the knives...After about 30 seconds, he takes off for the kitchen...Running straight for the knives, grabbing the largest knife from the stand. I remember the immobilizing fear that took my entire body...The blood draining from my face...My chest tightening making it harder to breathe...I knew exactly what he was going to do and I couldn't move! (Worst feeling ever) And then I became angry. I was so mad because the guy came into my house, to try and kill me. So I ran at him, wrestling for the knife, yelling at him, screaming "COME ON!" While wrestling for the knife he gashed my bicep..I then managed to open a drawer and grab a pair of scissors and stabbed him..Again, and again, and again..I killed him. I killed the man trying to kill me..

My family came home soon after that, the body was taken away, and my arm was fixed up. Time must have gone by because now the gash was a scar. My family and I were all at home just doing normal family stuff. Then, all of a sudden, the man was outside the wreck room window, climbing all over it...Screaming and yelling insanely..His eyes were so dark and filled with hatred..The man seemed to be possessed. He had patches and gauze on his face and body from where I had stabbed him. I know I killed him. I know I did...But there he was..I couldn't move..

And then I woke up. And I've been awake since. I'm not going back to sleep.