The Boogie Man

Dreaming about my brother receiving a very major [but somewhat rare unrealistic] injury is not fun. There was about a 4 inch long spot along the middle of his upper spine that had been split open. As if someone took an axe to him, or even a chainsaw was an option in my dreaming mind, although it wasn't actually messy enough for that. I already knew that whatever happened, was only his doings and no one else, for he always injures himself. But supposedly what happened was he was walking up some very vertical structure and fell onto another feature [archaeological vocab here] which split his back like that. Around it his skin was bright pink and almost looked freshly burned, or I guess in this case freshly ripped. His entire back became bright red, from internal happenings. I was examining it and telling him he really needs to talk to our dad. I guess I must also say that where we were/lived was not modern at all, maybe an old place in Europe [just by means of how it looked] I couldn't sleep at all last night so I read a little bit of Perfume, which is setting in France in the 1700's, that may have something to do with it.
Next was a dream about a serial killer that was killing a bunch of people in this small old creepy town that I lived in. A bunch of friends and I were trying to save each other. I could see the signs of danger a bit more clearly than others. This killer was quite sophisticated, and everything occurred like in horror films. It was actually a lengthy dream, but I can only remember the end before my alarm went off. When I came face to face with the killer and knew it was him and managed to run away just in time. I believe the killer was an African American male, and maybe, just maybe resembling a bigger more buff version of Chris Rock [I could be totally wrong, but I briefly saw him on TV before sleeping].
I have had some interesting and not so happy dreams lately. Last Saturday morning, I dreamt about being chased by a lot of military vehicles, and well I was paranoid of every person around. All the sudden, this mall, that was under construction, had something bad happened and my friend and I had to evacuate. My car had been stolen so I ended up getting some old red sports car, which luckily was small enough for me to maneuver in the tunnel in which all these vehicles were driving directly towards me. My friend said that my heart rate increased and my breathing had changed while I was sleeping. Intense, I think so.