Joe's Blood Shack

So recently, i've been craving a smoothie and i have no idea where to get one. then i remembered that there's this place called "Joe on the Go" towards the end of town, and is in walking distance from my school. and so this is how my dream last night goes. i walked in to get a smoothie from my school and and the guy that works there is actually named Joe. the small shack is fairly dark. i walk around to the counter and this thing that spins around with spikes on it goes off everytime i walk past it. it cuts up my ankles and i try to move it but it slits up my wrists. the guy/owner, Joe, just laughs at this as if it's like an attack dog he's trained to hurt people and laugh when they get scared. So it's this little knife machine pretty much. So when i go back to my friends, it looks like i'm a suicidal maniac, with slits down my wrists and across, and also on my ankles like i tried to saw my foot off. So something happens and Joe has a lot of weapons, i soon learn. even when i walked in there he was like shining his gun. he shows me all his other weapons and i get scared he's going to use them on me. For some reason i get stuck in his trailer (i think i locked him out to be safe and pissed him off by doing so) and he's trying to kill me. he's poking stuff through the window, so i slam it shut and scream. i hear gun shots outside and it's like a war. people are trying to kill him and he's against all of them. he's trying to get in here to do god knows what to me. so i find some machine gun THING. meaning it's a thing like a machine gun, but different so i have no clue how to work it. i try harder to work it because if i don't, i'm dead. i think i actually found a gun i could work so i shoot it at him but i miss. the next thing i know, i'm running into a building (meaning i escaped his trailer) and i'm hiding under a bed, shaking from fear. somebody walks in and i think it's him. i hear female voices but i'm afraid they're going to hurt me. they look under and see me and say something sympathetic. so i'm badly wounded and feel drugged up so i can't move and the next thing i know this girl from my school is trying to put the moves on me. she's trying to make me feel better i guess, and at first i think that this should be hot, but then i realize what's going on and freak out. so my friend amanda is there and she goes to walk out and feels sorry for me that this girl is almost molesting me. so i mouth something like "help me" to her since i don't know how to talk. so she comes back and tells the girl to get off and that i need to be left alone. i try to get up but i don't feel like i can walk, so i think i crawl. then i think they finally killed Joe. But yeah, then i woke up and i actually check myself for scars. i look at my wrists and don't see any but was sure there were, then feel comforted by the feeling knowing i still have that power to cut if i ever need to. it takes me awhile to shake the dream off. i check my ankles-no blood. anyway it was one hell of a dream.