Rape, guillotines, strangling and evil spirits

The very end is what I remember most clearly. It begins with some guy in my backyard, I somehow knew he was a bad character. He was quite scary looking. He ran at my sister and somehow I knew he had the intention of rape, so I pulled him off and started punching him. Then my dad came out and I was in a fury, so when I saw my dad get a hold of him I convinced my dad to strangle him to death. Just then, I saw a flash of some kind of monster. It had a single, huge eye, and it was disgusting. It was laying on a rusty operating table, partially covered by a blanket. Then a guillotine suddenly came down and cut it in half, right through the big eye, but it didn't really react. It simply split in half, brains and the like spilling onto the floor.

After the flashback ended, I went back into my house. I went into the kitchen, where my mom was. I was talking to her about how I thought everybody was underestimating the negative impact I was sure the near-rape on my sister emotionally. Then I walked to the garage and tried to close the big automatic garage door, and it hit the ground and went back up again. I was confused, so I hit the button again, and it started going up and down on its own. It suddenly began violently slamming up and down and coming off the rails. I ran back into the kitchen, and I looked down. Light was bending. My hands appeared warped and disfigured. Horrified, I looked to my mother, who seemed to act as though nothing too odd was happening while looking down at her own hands to see this, even though I was absolutely sure that the guy I told my father to kill was somehow causing this to happen from the grave. I felt helpless, like I did when my ex was was raped at gunpoint by her "best friend" two years ago. I think that's what this all goes back to.

That's when I woke up. I spent then next hour and a half trying to fall back asleep, but I kept having this feeling that somebody was standing behind me or something. I was extremely paranoid and I was jumping at every little thing. I finally fell asleep, and I don't remember any more dreams.

So, how fucked up am I?