Dream

Hey everyone, I had absolutely no sleep last night due to some crazy nightmares.  But I can remember them really vividly so I figured I would write about them this fine Friday morning. Some parts I cannot remember so yeah...
At first I was running from a Native American.  It was somewhere in a forested area.  I remember in the beginning I was bored and couldn't find anything to do in the little "town" which consisted of log cabins and a small bar.  So I ventured off and he started chasing me.  I had a large tomahawk and was chasing me.  I kept running and looking back and he kept gaining.  I remember yelling for help and no one hearing me.  I was almost in to town, and was about to round a corner when he put me in a hostage like choke hold.  I was so angry he had caught me, I was so close and no one wanted to help me.  Then he took a huge gash out of my back and ran away.  I remember feeling a sense of doom and this was one of the most disturbing parts.  I remember hearing people coming, and I remember thinking "F*** this guy, I'm not going to let everyone see me this way."  So I fell right on my back onto the ground, and I felt terrible.  It felt like when you hadn't slept or ate in a few days, completely diminished of all energy.  I remember thinking about dying, and what was going to happen.  I am not religious at all, and therefore I know this was the end.  When I think about him taking that cut out of my back, and how it felt, it still makes my back hurt.  It felt so real, I can feel it now.  I don't think I will be able to sleep for a few days.  It was terrible. 
Then everyone walked up, and my hands stopped working.  I was just kind of sitting there, not being able to say anything or do anything.  It was really uncomfortable, and then I woke up. (In the dream)
It was weeks later and the Native American guy was taking care of me.  It was so weird.  My back was patched up but I was still unable to really move.  I remember him taking me on this sort of "hunt" thing and I was all alone in the woods.  A bunch of wolves came around and one took a bite out of my hand.  It was completely black, and I can still vividly remember its teeth and those dilated pupils.  I had some kind of guns but they were almost toys, so terrible a shot at point blank missed. I tried to load the gun again but was so nervous I just dropped them.  I remember-this part is sad, I remember grabbing the wolf and taking it out with my hands.  It disturbs me to think of it now.  It really does.  After I killed it I remember just laying down and crying, calling out the Native American guys name.  I remember he had one, but I don't remember what it was.  He eventually made his way over to me after a while and we went back to this hut thing.
At this point I woke up before school today really disturbed.  I have no idea if this is some kind of symbolization or something.  I just wanted to get it off my mind and see what anyone thought of it. 
Thanks
C