I never want to have this nightmare again...

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Something woke me from my sleep.. I start to listen carefully and realize that it's the front door. I don't hear the familiar bark I would expect, but then the dog hasn't been feeling well lately either... I sneak out of bed, something tells me that I should sneak out of bed to check. Cracking the bedroom door open is no easy feat because, well, it creaks. I accomplish it somehow and see a man dressed all in black facing away from me. He's heading through the kitchen to where my mom must be sleeping. Somehow I know it's odd I know that, but I go with it anyway. I pick up my phone and dial 911 while I decide whether to stay inside the home or leave through the window. I decide leaving through the window is the best bet, as I can talk normally to the dispatcher on the other end of the line. I'm talking with the lady, explaining that I saw a man walk into the home dressed all in black and heading for my mom. As I do this, I go a few yards away to where I have a vantage point of the house, but am hidden as well. This is behind the home, and there's little chance he'll see me here, but I'm still afraid. "Please." I say to the woman. "Please send them quickly. I am terrified for my mom. She can't defend herself." I sit in that spot, terrified, until I hear sirens. By this time my family has also shown up. I am not sure how, because I did not call them. I talk to the police and then ask where my mom is. That's when my cousin pipes up to tell me that she's most likely dead. I shove this cousin to the floor, and my grandfather admonishes her for her cruel words. We have to head to a hotel, it's not safe in any of our homes apparently. I walk into the hotel room that I was assigned, and call my place of employment.... They are upset with me, and I feel like I am going to lose my job... I had to write it out to get it out of my head. It was the most horrible nightmare a person could have. Generally, when I dream about my mom, I realize that she has passed away, no matter how real the dream seems. This time, however, the dream was very real and my subconscious didn't let me know that my mom was already deceased. It was simply horrible.