The nightmares came back last night.
BackstoryI was asleep on a couch. My father-in-law was asleep on a chair in the next room. I wasn't with Nathaniel, but I had a boyfriend and he was out. I woke up and someone was sitting on the couch. He had razors tied to his fingers and he held me down and started running them along my body. I tried to get away, but he pulled out a knife and started stabbing me in the chest and my arms. I looked up and saw my father-in-law trying to get to me, but he was pear-shaped, like a balloon, and he couldn't walk. And his lips had been cut off and his mouth sewn shut in a vertical slit so that even though his eyes were filled with terror, his face was forced into a shocked expression, like a clown. He lost his balance and fell onto his back and I thought he would suffocate. Behind him, my boyfriend passed the window and saw what was happening. He broke the glass and jumped in, grappling the man who was stabbing me. He got the knife away and got him tied down and we waited for the police, but when they got there, he had escaped.
I'm noticing that in a lot of my nightmares, there is a knife. Sometimes I'm the one being stabbed, sometimes someone I know, sometimes I'm hurting someone against my will. I don't know why I see these things. I've been having these dreams since highschool.