Thread: I'm new to this whole dream thing, but I need some help very badly

I woke up freaked out of my mind. My boyfriend, Matt, has been screwed over PLENTY of times by his "best friends." We have this roommate named Rob who's looking for a job, but hasn't yet seemed to find one. Personally, I think he's not trying as hard as he can. My boyfriend is the one who is paying all of the bills, and most of the groceries and everything. I just got another job, so I'm contributing as well as cleaning and laundry and whatnot.

Anywho, in my dream, Matt (my boyfriend) and I were running away from Rob, who was driving in his broken down Mustang (It's broken in real life, but it was running in the dream). We ended up running into an old run-down fishing tackle shop. You know, like those small convenience stores that sell worms and sodas and whatnot (Matt is a huge fishing fanatic. I'm not sure if that's important or not.)

So we're inside the store, and Matt suddenly gets a burst of courage, and stands up from his hiding spot from under the counter. He was holding one of those plastic butter knives that come in those packs of like, 20, for BBQ's. I stand up as well to pull him back down under, and I'm bawling. Rob (our roommate) walks right in, holding his hands up in an innocent gesture. Matt looks at Rob, pulls out a pistol, and pauses, looking at Rob, wanting to shoot him but not being able to because he's a good guy. He then turns around, and starts shooting one of the soda coolers out of anger of not being able to kill him. Rob takes the opportunity, pulls out a huge knife, and stabs him in the upper left shoulder blade while Matt's back is turned. I scream, and Matt stumbles around trying to pull the knife out, and then picks up the pistol and starts shooting at our roommate as he takes off out the doors and into the Mustang. My boyfriend got him once (In the left arm, I think... Not quite 100% sure. By this point I wasn't enjoying the dream at all, and was attempting to wake myself up.). Matt settled down against the candy section in the store, sitting on the floor with his back against the candy. Assured that he was okay, I grabbed the pistol and ran towards my roommate, setting out to kill, and I woke up.

If you have ANY idea about what this means, I would greatly appreciate it. My dreams are NEVER this graphic or vivid, and it's really freaking me out. Maybe it's time to give up on our new roommate? My boyfriend and him are getting pretty close, and I would hate to see him getting screwed over yet again.