Knocking

So I only remember one of my dreams from last night and vague fragments of others, which are slipping away now. The reason is, I was woken up by someone calling me and they said I had to go into work, I had to be there in 10 minutes, etc. So I was straight up and out of bed with no time to think about my dreams They called me again like 10 minutes later and said I did not need to come in so I could have stayed in bed For the past three nights, my dreams have been really bad, but very obvious, in that they have either contained something I do in real life, something that happened in the past, or something I have been thinking about. Usually my dreams are not so obvious, but just recently, even the ones that were more symbolic, have still been pretty shallow and have obviously related to what I have been thinking about during the day. Last night I had a dream that a friend was trying to kill me and my bf. It relates heavily to what is been going on in real life. Obviously he has not been trying to kill us, but in my mind, he is metaphorically trying to kill something that means a lot to both of us. I have been going over it all day, so it was no surprise that it worked its way into my dreams. Anyway, he was trying to blow us up. He would been explaining this huge plan he had to kill us and how brilliant it would be. I was tied to a bomb, which look like a car battery and we were in some underground bunker. My friend looked maniacal and his face was misshapen and covered in blood and gouges. We had to be tied up somewhere and then I was tied to this bomb. Throughout it, I had this feeling that nothing much was going to happen, I do not know why. But then, my bf got some scissors and started cutting himself free. Our friend was outside doing something villainous. He gave me the scissors and then I started cutting off the strings that were attaching me to this bomb. As I did so, my naturally clumsy nature interfered and I knocked the bomb all over the place. One of it is wires came out and it started spitting and flaring. I could hear it counting down. It was not like it was counting down, but I could hear the explosion coming, everything was getting slower and slower (or faster and faster, I cannot remember which). I got up and started to run and I could hear it behind me and I could feel my friend trying to stop me and I was running through doors which were so heavy to pull open and then I finally got into this concrete bunker, where I knew I would be safe. Then I cannot remember if I woke up or if I was still asleep, but I had different endings play out in my head. I felt angry at my cowardice at leaving my bf behind, so in one ending, I took him with me when I left. In another, we both died together. And then in another one, the friend died. Then in a different ending, the friend was injured and crawling around on the floor, but he was still alive and he was after us and we were hiding in the bunker, but he knew we were there. Authorities came and found us, but I always had this feeling that he was out there, waiting. * It is the only dream I can recall from last night, because I could not sleep for about an hour afterwards and I was going over and over it in my mind. I cannot remember my other dreams very well, because I was woken a bit roughly and had no time to let them sink in. I think maybe I need to talk to this guy, though Either way, I am only going to think of good things today. <PERSON> x