Luckily this dream broke my three night streak of Star Wars themed dreams...

As my dream starts out, as far as I can remember I am at my dream version of my house (I have a dream version of many of the places that are important to me. Every time I dream of my house, it is this house in my dream.) My bedroom is up in a corner, dusty. Something of a forgotten loft, really. My thoughts in the dream are consumed with finding a place for everyone. Planning out where everyone is going to sleep. Someone was to sleep in my bed, everyone else, including myself, were plotted out to sleep in the basement. I remember that because I decided to sleep on the couch in the basement. Now I have the feeling that I am forgetting something that happened in between, but suddenly we are at my grandmother's house and we are under attack by some one or something. I was the thing my family was trying to protect, oddly enough. They hid me in an upstairs bathroom as they fought to defend me against something. In the bathroom, I took a shower, and was washing my hands when this guy was suddenly there. Apparently he was with the people who were attacking, and he was very proud to have captured me. He tucked me away, and hid me from both the people who were with him and my family.

He and I were in my grandmother's bedroom, which in truth could qualify as a large living room, it's huge. He had this strnge knife that he would cut me with, and all I felt from him was fear. Then he suddenly decided that it would be fun, I suppose, to rape me, which for some reason didn't frighten me until he brought out the knife. He began to cut into my stomach, and though I felt no pain from the knife I wailed for him to stop. I promised him if he promised not to hurt me I'd submit to him willingly. He left me for a moment to put a shirt on, saying something about tradition to undress each other. He was gone only for a moment, but for that moment I looked at the cut on my stomach. The blood was yellow. And then when he came for me, I wasn't afraid anymore, I loved him instead, and he laughed and helped me to stand up and suddenly he was strikingly beautiful and he kissed me. But then the fighting reached us and he went away to fight against both my side and his side of the fighters, and he disappeared, but I drew a knife from my belt to defend myself and it was his and my family looked at me with horror.

Very strange all in all. Could someone please help?

Are you currently in a situation in which you want more independence or freedom, but there are authorities figures trying to protect you from getting hurt, but are only getting in the way? Is anyone trying to make you feel guilty about something? The part where you are washing your hands may be an indicator of that.