Disturbing, graphic dream! What does it mean?

[ssurp]

Okay, so last night I had a very disturbing dream that I woke up from in a sweat. As soon as I woke, I wrote it down. First, I figure I'll tell you the dream I was having prior to my disturbing dream; maybe they can provide some kind of connection. In the first dream, I had driven to my high school (which I graduated from in 2009), but it didn't look like my high school. I was not aware of this in the dream; everything seemed fine. I parked in a garage and entered the vocational/technical wing of the school (but I was never a voc/tech student). I ran into an uncle of mine, whom I don't particularly care for, and he insisted I follow him to an information session for some community-service program. There were a lot of people waiting to get into the classroom, and there was a tray of fancy Italian cookies. I ate one, then continued to stand in line. I heard the voices of people I go to college with, including one man who I had a brief flirtation with. Throughout this time, I had been confused, but calm. Some time passed, and I don't remember what filled this time, but then I went out to find my car (which is actually my mom's), and it wasn't there. I kept walking to different garages (much like the ones at the mall I go to) looking for it and pressing the "Panic" button on my car remote. I could not find it. I was very stressed out, and then proceeded into the next dream... the creepy one... In the next dream, I was trying to kill my aunt (who, upon waking, I realized wasn't actually an aunt of mine... I did not recognize the woman from anywhere). I was enraged because she had murdered my little sister (I do not actually have a little sister). I took a steak knife from my kitchen and stabbed her through the throat on my kitchen table; she was smiling eerily throughout this encounter. She wouldn't die, so I went downstairs to talk to my mother, who was working at a computer in our finished basement (we haven't had functional PCs in this room for more than four years). I calmly told her what I did, only showing anxiety over the fact that my "aunt" wouldn't die. My mother very calmly and nonchalantly told me to find a sharper knife. I went into the laundry room and found a retractable craft knife and proceeded back upstairs, terrified (I knew this woman was also trying to kill me) but confident to finish the job. My "aunt" was no longer on the kitchen table. I somehow knew that she had snuck down the hallway into my bedroom. I crept around the corner, and we simultaneously attacked eachother--she with the steakknife I had previously stabbed her with. I wrestled it from her grip and backed her into my room, onto my bed (which was in a different position than it is now... I moved my bed seven years ago). I proceeded to slit her throat vertically, layer by layer, using my hands to rip it open further once the incision was made with the blade (again, she was smiling creepily thoughout this... and she barely fought back). I stabbed her neck and throat repeatedly, smelling blood the whole time--however, barely any blood spilled (the lack of blood was not obvious to me in the dream). I then went to tell my mom what I did. Upon returning, my "aunt" was not there. There was no blood on my white sheets. I was terrified, and then I woke up. Upon waking, I made the connection that in both dreams, I had lost something--first, my mom's car; then, the woman I was trying to kill. I am not a violent person. I have never even been in a fight before... someone please tell me what the HELL is going on in my brain?! I started reading "Lovely Bones" yesterday, so that may be where the violence/revenge/rage is coming from, but I'm not sure! I had another dream about killing someone recently, though I don't remember what it was about. Help!

[Facepaintingfun]

In the first dream, it seems to relate to what you want to do for a living (the vocational thing) and that you may be confused in this decision. Later a bit stressed, maybe concerning your relation with your mother? In the second dream, I find it interesting that you were trying to cut her throat, as if you were trying to silence her, but she won't die. And your mother is calmly and matter of factly going along with this. Also, you said you were enraged, is there anything going on in your waking life that makes you feel angry?