I Dreamt Of Nightmare On Boat

Its a beautiful night, alot of my family & loved ones surrounding me. My grandmother, my sisters, my boyfriend at the time joel , my mother and father (surprisingly, considering how much they hate eachother) , my aunts etc.. First negative turn was seeing my aunt & mother get into a fist fight (maybe thats suppressed childhood trauma from seeing them getting into an actual fight when i was a little girl). I’m not sure why they were fighting in this dream but i got in the middle of it , ended up with a long scrape across my lower stomach (kind of how woman look after a C Section). The wound looked alot worse than anticipated when i showed my mom & aunt the Mark i got from trying to break them up. Seeing it shocked me, what was even more shocking was the REAL pain i felt from it. I remember being in my dream thinking “dam this must really be hurting me because my Stomach probably hurts in real life”. (Lucid dreaming is pretty common For me). Anyways , my aunt and mother ended up making up and the night continues happily. The vibes are right again. I soon realize this entire soiree with my loved ones are ON A BOAT! Picture this, beautiful night in miami, big boat, cool neon lights on the decks, white and gold decor on the inside, rave type music in the background. Wow ! What a night! Untill shit takes another turn for the worst…. There’s this man i reminder meeting earlier in my dream …. White, tall & beefy, older (maybe later 40s early 50s, grays on his head and beard.. he had his little son with him (maybe about 5 or 6 years old). He wanted to show me a cool part of the boat. I fell for his trap and followed him … this part of the boat was this vacant dark area kind of like a small room next to where ppl park their cars (why is their a parking garage on a boat, Dont ask me) . As we approach this dark room i get a wave of regret rushing over my entire body. My entire body was telling me to RUN! As he gestures for me to go in the room first i turn around and use alllll of my energy to RUN! But it wasnt enough! He grabbed me by my necklace and pulls me back . Sort of choking me a bit with the necklace. In the moment i knew what was about to happen, i knew i fucked up. He drags me into this dark room with my whole body kicking and squirming screaming out for my dad “DAAAAAD, DAAADD, HELP ME DAD!!” like i said… the entire area was vacant.. my dad wasnt coming to save me, he couldn’t even hear me.. I black out in that room from the white older man hitting me in the face so many times (the punches I did not feel in real life, thank God) As im coming in and out of consciousness i see glimpses, flashes of this Horrible mans face with the biggest evil grin I’ve ever seen.. He tried putting his finger in my mouth and my first thought was “bite” so i bit as hard as i can , if i would’ve bit any harder i would’ve took his finger off, luckily. But i didn’t get the reaction i expected, he liked it. So i bit harder and harder! Nope didn’t work.