I had a dream last night that I was in my old car with an old friend. It was her car now, she bought it. Her boyfriend was in the back seat. We made our way to a nature trail and pulled over. My friend got out, and she was attacked. She called for help. I struggled getting out of the car but I did. I was scared. I began to panic and then looked for a weapon, I found an old steel, but serrated knife on the ground. It was rusted metal with a wood handle. I went to where my friend said there was trouble, turning first to reassure the other female friend who had apparently also been in the back the whole time. Then I ran into the woods where the trouble was, I froze when I saw multiple women, dressed in pink robes, with pink head scarves, and they looked scared, but out of it, like they saw me as only a monster. One came at me but she wasn't very fast, or coordinated. But she had a big fucking knife. I tied up with her, and got the knife to her neck, and I drug it, but it barely cut, I had to saw her fucking neck, it was brutal, it took all my strength. When she was down I started backing away, I didn't want to fight more I wanted to fucking run. Then behind me, coming across the street, walking staggered like she was on drugs or mind control or something, like a zombie, she was dragging a metal pole with a mailbox on one end of it. This bitch was gonna fucking hit me. So I ran at her, with the knife, tied up again, and sawed her fucking neck again, but this time was even harder. I was getting tired, but then I looked to my left and saw a bunch of cops running down the street with riles, and I thought "great, now they're going to fucking shoot me" and "at least somebody will find out what the fuck is going on" and then I woke up.