My Worst Nightmare, Literally

Well, this started about a month ago, i found out i was moving out of state, i fell asleep one night and i found myself stuck in a basement. I looked all around me and all i saw was doezens and dozens of doors...i had to open one eventually. The first one i opened had a huge hole in the floor filled with water and sharks, so i went back, knowing one of them would eat me, so i opened another door, and i saw this porcelain clown, that was given to me by a friend, and this clown terrifies me. The reason the clown terrifies me is because it stares at me, and ihave thrown it, and it broke, my mom fixed it, i gave it to a friend, somehow it ended up back into my room. I have covered it up, to find whatever i covered it up with completely gone, only to find it months after in my backyard. Well anyways, in my dream the clown in my room would try to kill me with a throwing star, so i would run back to try another door. I knew that each door i had already opened had one of my fears in it, so i just wanted to stay in the main room forever, but i had this strange feeling i had to get out for some reason, to help someone, so i open another door, only to find my older brother hanging by his neck, his neck is cut open from the fishing line from which he hangs, blood is everywhere...i sit there screaming at him for not waking up and letting this happen to him, for not saying goodbye and for not being here now when i needed him, then i woke up. The next day was pretty normal, got up ate, did chores, myspace, draw,etc. That night i went to sleep and left off right where i was the night before, with my brother hanging in front of me dead, except this time there was a smell, and it seemed so real, i knew i had to move on, so i get up and instead of turning back, this time, i walk past my poor dead brother and into the door within that room, only to find myself into another main room with more doors to choose from. This time i chose the door that looked odd to me, one that didnt fit the others, and in this room, laying open, and skinned was my cat, once again a very vile and disgusting scent swept across the room, and i saw blood and fur and cat insides spread everywhere....and i cried, and cried...but i knew i had to go on, the next door i opened had my mom, in a cage, with spiders everywhere, eating her, knowing her arachnifobia, i tried to get her out, i tried for what seemed like hours,and wasnt sucessful, she was dead....and i woke up screaming. My mom came in and i immediately hugged her, and i tod her my dream, and she stayed with me till i fell asleep again. Once again the next day was perfectly normal. That night however, last night...i resumed where i was, in front of the cgae where my mother lay dead. I knew i had to go on, so with all my pain i got up and walked blurry eyed to the next door terrified to open it. After a couple of minutes waiting i flung the door open to find a huge tank fillied with water, with my best friend in it, all sides it this tank sealed shut....i bang on the glass praying it would break, but it wouldnt budge. I looked quikly arounf the room and found a wooden chair, i tried several times to break open the glass with the chair and it didnt work so i tried to break the chair over my knee so maybe i could swing a broken piece like a bat, hopefully giving it more force, but i couldnt break it...i slammed my shoulder into the glass over and over, crying screaming to her to help me, not to leave me, but all she could do was cry until she silently drowned...now, furious, and completely out of my mind i ran for the next door. I opened it with suck force the dorr made a whole into the wall where the knob was. In that room, it was like a meat freezer, with many dead things hanging, i wasnt sure if the dead things were human or not, i didnt care, but my eyes wandered to the middle of the room, where two tables lay, the silver, cold matal one you would see in a movie to operate on. My sister was being cut by a man, and she was crying for help, he had cut her open and was taking out her insides...as she was screaming, i ran over and soemhow blacked out..and i ended up on another table right beside her, the man was laughing at me and cutting my calves and thighs, and my sister gasping for her last breathes pleaing for my help, as she clawed at my right arm...and then i wake up breathless, and my legs and arms are burning. My mom is staring at me and i remove the blankets to see my legs bleeding with cuts all over them, my arm scratched where my sister was clawing at it, but the opposite arm in which she scratched in the dream, and my hands, knuckles, shoulder, and knee bruised from me tryign to break the glass in which my best friend had drowned. I donot know how to explain these injuried, nothing sharp was near, and my hand had no evidence of me scratching at my legs or arms....so how did these injuries happen? I think its a good thing i didnt die in my dream, or i probably wouldnt be telling you this now...and i talked to my older siblings, two of them, at different times, a couple minutes apart from each other, adn they both claim to have had dreams when they were younger, that had injured them. I asked what to do about it, and they said that it just eventually stopped for them, adn i am hopeing it will eb that way for me. I have not been to sleep yet, its 9:19 A.M., and i donot plan to sleep anytime soon...so what do you think happened?? Am i totally psycho? and just hitting things around me that dont appear to be there, or are my dreams really hurting me?? i am scared....just a little, but i think the dreams will stop...