Knocking

3 Nights ago: I was in my old bedroom, at my parents house, with my wife. I was trying to get "Jiggy-with-it" when i was attacked by hundreds of baby mice. I tried to pull them off but they just kept coming i ran out into the hall trying to scream but they surged into my mouth. I could still breath, and i realized I was dream. I woke up, and sat up in bed. 2 nights ago: There was something before this part but i cannot recall it any more. I just remember there was something before I was enslaved, but it is fuzzy. All i can recall is that there was a group of us "slaves" being marched though a cold canyon passage. I broke from the chains and ran. I was wearing an old medieval style two part tunic/dress with bare feet. I managed to make it out of the canyon before one of our horse back captors realized i was gone. As soon as i left the canyon there was snow everywhere but it was not cold. I could hear the horse behind me, and i ran for a pond in the distance. It was no use. As the horseback man surpassed me he slid from his horse to knock me down. I fell into the snow, but immediately got back up, and tried to get away. He would not touch my flesh, or rather could not. I got the feeling that if my skin were to be bruised he would be punished harshly. It dawned on me that I was not going to be sold as a slave who did house work. I was reclaimed by my captors. I remember fuzzy, and then a dark room with a male. There was candles velvet, and silk after that, but i could not seem to focus on the dream. I woke. Last night: i cannot recall. All i remember is that it was similar to the above, but none of the people were the same, and there was no interest in my body. There was the need to walk down hallways though..