What's with that dream!!

Whoa! What is with that dream?

The one where I was in a small town coffee house. The whole town was there. They were having a serious discussion. I was playing a board game. The game was part of the serious discussion.

I was the only one playing, though the board held many pieces. I needed to put one of the pieces together. It was made of hard paper and if done correctly, folded a certain way to make a car.

I couldn't do it. I lost the game. The coffee house was destroyed. Only a dozen people survived, walking around the shell of the building wondering what they were going to do now.

I left the coffee house and began walking up the narrow sidewalk of main street. Satan ran ahead of me...laughing.
I yelled at him, "You didn't win! You didn't win!"
He replied in a sweet teasing voice, "Now that's no way to start out our relationship."

I turned around and darted for the public restroom. Satan lunged forward to stop me, yelling NO!!

The sight was horrific. My husband was stuck to the wall and bleeding from his neck. I screamed and had to look away.
When I looked back up- I noticed he was moving and groaning. He's Alive!

I got him down and slid the knife out of his neck. It wasn't in the middle...it was off to one side, which might be the reason he wasn't dead. Blood gushed from his body like a river as I struggled to step outside under the weight of his lean.

In my mind I knew...Satan had stabbed him and pinned him to the wall because I lost the game.

I lost the game...

Lord, I don't know why we have dreams like this. But I over analyze everything. Does this mean I am afraid I will let down the people I love?

I dreamed this 2 nights ago, yet it's fresh in my mind...like I just woke up.