Dream About Being Attacked With Needles

I was driving in my husbands 2021 Chevy truck in a random state I had never been and missed my turn. Did a loop and pulled off to this random empty parking lot, it was behind a hobby lobby or old run down target department store with tons of open parking and no one around... I took Emory, my 18month old daughter out of the truck with me and we took the trash from our trip to a nearby dumpster. As I’m walking the trash bag starts to rip. Trash trails behind me, I put my daughter on the ground and off of my hip to start picking up behind myself. From what seems like all four side of me, surrounding me 3 males and 1 female all ranging in ages from 25-34 started laughing and making comments about the trash. How is belonged to the street and I was being too nice. I get to a cement median dividing the parking lot and sit down with my daughter, I’m exhausted and just trying to get to Kurt’s parents house-(Kurt is my husband). I take off my book bag and start to pull out more trash from accidental spill and by this time all four-(what looked like homeless hungry possibly jail community service members ) were hovering overtop of me digging through my trash and wanting to eat anything I had left over, Maybe a sip left of Apple Juice- Week old fries it didn’t matter. I start handing out food scraps not realizing this one young man- possibly about 26, tall (6”1) skinny white dude with dirty blonde hair comes angrily speed walking up behind me, I turn around towards starting to stand up to him. He grabs my writs so tight and in his left hand I see a small sized needle. Before I can throw him off, he stabs my Flexor Pollicis Brevis and I immediately feel a numbness all throughout my hand. He then goes behind me and stabs me with another needle in my upper left shoulder blade. I run back towards Emory whom I find sitting on the older woman’s lap- Emory is crying and foaming a blue color at the mouth. Shes not crying so I assumed the women shoved a drug pill down her mouth. I YANKED EMORY out of her arms and start smacking her on the back to get her airway unblocked. I TRY TO YELL AT THE WOMEN AND MY THROAT JUST BECOMES SO SORE AND CLOSED. We run to the truck and leave. I finally make it to the in-laws place and give Emory water to clean whatever she had in her mouth out. My right hand starts to bubble and blister. Starts bleeding. I immediately call 911 and they send cops over to start asking questions even though all I wanted was an ambulance. The whole family is sitting on the back deck of the second level of the house talking to cops when out of the left corner of the side of the house I see the guy who stabbed me with a needle with a gun running up on us all. I quickly grab Emory and run inside. Then I wake up.