Nightmares

Last night I slept in my Mom's bed. I had the worst nightmare in recent memory. Explaining it doesn't get across exactly how freakin scary it was, but I will explain anyway.
So it started out where I was in NYC and had to buy a shop vac and I was having a hard time finding one. So this weird guy told me I should go to this store and get one or something, I dunno, he gave me directions. So then I find it, and it's just a random shop vac on a subway platform that is very crowded. I picked it up to get ready to carry it on the subway and then realized the subway was going to be too crowded for it. I fumbled it and people starred at me. Then I noticed none of the signs were in English... neither were conversations. Then the subway came but it was like totally different from NYC subways, and I was like ok where the hell am I? I ended up realizing I was in Poland. So then I called up someone, I think Lenora actually, and was like heyyy how the hell do I get back to NYC from here? And she was like nooo you should go to Russia, it is really cool and they have tons of shop vacs there, and bicycles. And I insisted no, I don't want to go to Russia, I want to go back to NYC. She said I could make it if I ran, but before it got dark because it was unsafe at night. I started running but the sun was setting fast. There was a black cat in the road that hissed at me and crossed my path. I was running but it got dark and I started crying and hearing growling and I was barefoot and ran over broken glass and got it in my feet. Then suddenly I was coming out of the subway, and it was a sunny NYC day, and I was trying to get to the place I lived with Nathan in Richmond Hill, but the area looked like Bushwick. There was a square/park area where the subway let off and there was an art exhibition and the artist made sculptures out of rat heads (I'm phobic of rats and mice). I screamed, kids were playing with the heads. I tried running but my feet still hurt from the glass. I made it to Nathan's apartment, and this weird dude was there and smoked me up, and then I started having sex with this weird dude, and then these old people came in and were like um, we live here now, who the hell are you? And I ran out. Then I was in my bedroom in Warren, CT and I felt really drugged up and there were FBI vans outside and I got really freaked out and started hearing weird noises. I swore I was awake, woulda bet money on it. So I picked up my phone to call my mom and tell her to come in my room and come get me because I wanted to sleep in her room but I was so disoriented that I kept dialing the wrong number, and every number ended up being this voice that sounded like Chris's but it was fucked up and said satanic shit like "you are awake, and now your nightmares are real" and heavy breathing and shit. I started screaming and crying and then I woke up with a jolt and ran my ass to my mom's room to sleep in there. For some reason it really scared me, it seemed really real and just... I don't know. I really want to ask a dream interpreter what it all means, because for some reason it felt like the most intense and profound dream I've had to date.