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I'm in a new apartment standing at

I'm in a new apartment standing at the kitchen island. My fiance is eating, and I'm staring out the window with brick wall. An unknown girl who makes no effort to hide herself comes in through the window and steals a bag from the chair. My fiance is unfazed by this, and I go out the window. I end up on a roof and the girl appears around the corner with a knife saying she wants to kill me. I try grabbing the knife and we both have a grip on it. She takes one of her hands and presses it on the blade while laughing. I ask what she was doing. And four figures with no face appear. I mention what they want is at my workplace. One of the four lets me use their phone to call a taxi and the dream ends with a taxi showing up. The second part of the dream has me sitting in a car and the same girl comes out of the building, peering into the car windows. She comes over to the driver side, I don't look back but I can see in the reflection that they're upset.

I was working at a convenience/dollar store

I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money