Hiding from a drugged up bear?

Hi. I am brand new to this so I hope I'm providing enough (and not too much) info. I'm a 30 year old female, living on my own, just ended a very unhealthy 5 year relationship about 6 months ago with a delusional alcoholic. I work for a vacation rental company, and my dream begins in the middle of a home owner's meeting. Out of nowhere, one of the owners asks me if I want to leave the meeting and go to his condo to smoke some pot. (Now, I will admit I do have a bit of a previous history with drugs from my younger days, but pot was never my thing.) I tell him this, but for reasons I don't understand choose to go with him anyway. We get into his BMW and drive for a few minutes, which I found odd because the meeting was on-property. The drive is almost like flying - we are climbing right over stone walls and other obstacles. We get inside of the condo and its huge, more like a mansion. He proceeds to begin smoking pot and I continue to wonder why I left the meeting. For some reason I now remember that my parents were at the meeting and they are probably wondering where I am. The next thing I know, I turn around and he has morphed into a black bear. I am unsure of whether or not he is going to attack me, but I get the feeling I am in danger so I start looking for a way out. I keep running towards doors and hoping I manage to shut them before he catches me. I can't figure out how to get back to the staircase we came up and back to the exit, I am literally climbing over things to try and get out. The next thing I know, I am in a completely different house with totally white walls, and a strange man is attacking me with a knife. I find my way to a back room (almost like a doctor's office, but with dingy walls and lighting) where a male friend of mine (no one I recognize from real life) is waiting with a look of horror on his face. I tell him that I know my arms are cut up and I'm bleedig pretty badly but that I think I'm going to make it. He points me towards a mirror and tells me to look at my back, which is totally slashed to shreds. At this point he puts his arms around me and starts just holding me. I begin to feel queesy and think that I am going to die because I lost so much blood. At that point I woke up, still feeling queesy. I have a lot of pretty vivid dreams and even experience lucid dreaming occasionaly, but for some reason this one bugs me. If anyone has any insight I would be more than happy to hear it. Thanks.