Really could have used a better morning

Woke up from a elaborate nightmare about being chased by a serial killer spectral monster thing because when I was younger, I had starred in a horror movie in which I was the sole survivor. (In said dream, I think I was a 10-year-old boy.) If this had been a movie, it would have been at least 20-30 minutes of haivng my friends knocked off one-by-one on their way home from hanging out at my apartment, and getting chased through a long series of locations mostly around a dreamscape version of Jersey City. Several passersby also got gorily dismembered, along with a creepy guy who might have been an evil pedophilic farmer who lived in an abandoned version of the church at the end of our street. This was all started because my friend E, who's moving away (both in the dream and in real life) gave me the first issue to a horror comic she thought I needed to read (in the dream). Reading it put me in this dream. Thanks, dream E.

Woke up freaked out and disoriented and have been in a terrible mood since.