Haunting dreams...

So I had some extremely disturbing dreams last night. I don't remember much of what happened except the parts when someone died. I guess I should also point out that I can't say for sure if these were all different dreams or one in the same. But I woke up after each person died...

The first took place in a warehouse. I was working with a large wall of wooden sticks, each probably 30 feet tall. I was using a saw blade at the bottom of the pile to cut each piece of wood into small splinters. At this point my boss showed up and told me that I was doing it all wrong. She then brought in 4 people I've never seen before, all men. The largest of these men brought with him a bushwhacker, a large radial saw blade on the end of machine like a weed whacker. This bushwhacker was unusually large. He looked at me and fired up the machine. He then took one large swing and cut all of the sticks in half, but then didn't stop his motion. The blade came full circle, nearly hitting his comrades, and heading straight for me. I was incapable of moving as the saw blade cut through my right temple. I could almost feel it tearing the tender tissues of my brain. Blood began spraying from my wound. I screamed for help but no one could hear me over the sound of the bushwhacker. I put my hand to the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding. Blood was flowing everywhere. For a moment I was more concerned about drowning in it then from the fatal blow to my head. Finally someone noticed that I was dying and began to rush to my aide from about 50 yards away. This was the last thing I saw before my vision went white. And I woke up...

The second part begins at a busy intersection. Everything I remember suggests that I was in LA, or a city exactly like it in a parallel world. My friend Joe and I had just finished dinner with a group of people and had decided to go to the intersection and take some photos. There was definitely a paparazzi element to it. I had the camera and he had all the lens, which we seemed to change with every shot. Then we saw a celebrity, I'm not sure who or if they are even real, and got extremely excited. This man moved faster than everyone else and Joe decided our only chance at the picture was with the biggest lens we had, which was about 12 inches in diameter. He struggled to get it out of the bag, which was only half the size, and once getting it out we couldn't figure out how it attached to the camera base. Out of nowhere a man appeared and assaulted our potential model. He then assaulted another man. Then a woman. He attacked everyone in the area, before noticing the two of us. He came running in our direction. I handed Joe the giant lens in hopes that he could use it in his defense. I moved in for a preemptive attack but without any warning the man pulled a large samurai sword out and skewered Joe where he stood. Immediately Joe began vomiting blood. His stomach and other organs were exposed. The attacker then began to carve his body. I was completely horrified. I remember the large pool of blood spilling over into a river that cascaded down to a nearby storm drain. And I woke up...

The final dream took place in a movie theater. My brother and I were seeing a movie. It seemed that I knew almost everyone in the theater. There were coworkers, both current and previous, old friends from school, relatives. Before we got into the actual theater we were waiting in line and the man in front of us was being beyond disrespectful to his female companion. I don't remember what was said but it made both of us uneasy. As we made our way into the theater. There was a security guard outside the entrance. We entered and noticed where this man sat. My brother wanted to sit near him to make sure he didn't get out of line. A coworker of mine was sitting behind him so I asked if I could switch him seats. The angry man took notice of this and then started a confrontation. Everything started happening very fast. The man left with his girlfriend. We then went to follow them. When we got back into the foyer the security guard was the only one left. He told us that they'd left. But they would be back just after him, and he left. Many things happened here, none of which I remember. The only thing that I remember happened just before the security guard returned. My brother looked over at me and said, "Whatever happens remember that this is my fight. Don't try to help me. Even if it looks like I'm going to lose." The security guard then came back and said, "I hope you're ready for this." Then the man entered the foyer. But it was no longer the man I remembered from earlier. He was now over 15 feet tall and loomed over all of us. He was breathing heavily and seemed to be doing some kind of pre-battle ritual. My brother ran up quickly and jumped on both of his feet simultaneously causing the giant to let out a chilling shriek. The giant then looked down at my brother and grabbed both of his arms. With one single movement he removed my brothers arms from their sockets. This is when the blood started flowing again, like a fountain. The giant laughed and the room shook with the booming sound. He then looked down at me and smiled, before raising a single massive leg and crushing my brother into a pile of guts and gore. And I woke up...

Now I don't know what any of this means. It has had me greatly disturbed all day. I've read some stuff that suggested that death in dream often represents a change. I just hope that it's a good change...