Disturbing Dreams

I just got up and thought I'd write what I could remember before it all faded away to that place where dreams go, never to be remembered again.I woke up in the middle of the night. 3am to be exact after having a dream that someone was chasing the hubby and me in a truck. We ran down the road, trying to get away but were not faring well against the truck. The roads were lined with huge snow banks, which made our escape difficult. I don't remember much else other than when I woke up I went to the bathroom looking behind me all the way, searching for some phantom, dream escapee that might have been hiding behind the door. I had another dream just before I woke up, which is quickly fading but the feeling it produced remains. I wouldn't call it a nightmare because it wasn't terrifying in the way that you can't go back to sleep after you wake because I was strong in the dream until the end. There were people I knew yet they had no reason to be there; people I've seen at the gym, some I've never seen before. My house was mine yet wasn't as was my street. It seems that my hubby's mother was like some kind of serial killer yet I had the feeling that it wasn't her in that body. I think it was the hubby inside of her. She/he was trying to hurt everyone and control them, especially me. I got desperate and grabbed one of those knives that come in a casing that sharpens every time you remove it or put it in the case. I used it to slice through many people in the dream in defense, stopping to sharpen it many times along the way. Apparently, cutting through flesh dulls the dream-knife quickly. My daughter is there and I thought I could say I was sending her off to school, but really for help, which I knew that she/he would not object to but remembered that yesterday was the last day of school and she/he would know it was a scam. I looked out the window and saw friends of my daughter coming outside to play. In real life these friends do not live around here. I told my daughter to run around the corner to where my hubby's real mother lives for help at which point she left. I was broken at this point and no longer had my knife. She/he came at me with a sickening desire in her/his eyes. She/he started to get sexual at which point I woke up. Thank god!In real life my hubby and his mother are really good people. I love his mother to death; she's like my best friend. Normally I do not dream about people I know or family even which added to the strangeness. I could probably analyze this to death and I'm sure Freud would have a field day with it but I think I'll just leave it alone. Feel free to share your interpretations if you like.