Person in my House?

Last night, I had a very weird dream. I was at a pool but it was only 5 feet and 10 inches deep. For those of you who don't know me well, that's a inch taller than me. I was at the bottom of this pool standing straight up with my hands in the air, but I couldn't breathe or anything so I was hurting. Then, my friend, Keith, lifted me from the water. I was able to breathe again. I was above surface then, and we went back to my house which was, miraculously, his house in my dream. This caused for me to call my Mom and ask her where I lived. When I called her, she said that we lived inside a trailer in the woods. I left to find this place, and when I opened the door to a disgusting looking trailer, I heard a noise. I closed the door to find a slightly opened closet door behind it. I slowly began to open the closet door when I saw a large clear plastic bag. It was like one of those bags that covers up your dry-cleaned clothes. Inside, was a hand. Whomever the hand belonged to must have heard me and it stretched out the fingers and then the body that was connected to it, yet not seen by my eyes, moaned. I was about to pull back the object that was covering the remaining body when I noticed that the underside of the palm, was slightly black. Those of you who know me and the people in my life will know who it is by that description. I froze with my arm outstretched when I came to the conclusion of whom the covered person was. I knew those hands anywhere. It was Eli. When I was just about to lunge forward and rip the things piled atop my pained boyfriend, a sharp object protruded into my back.
I jolted from my slumber and threw back my sheets and blankets. I immediatley jumped off of my bed and frantically tried to tell myself that I was ok and that I was not under any attack. This, of course, did not calm me down. I began to go and wash my hair, but was so afraid to do so with an eerie feeling of another being in my house. I called Eli to make sure that he wasn't there and then I got a knife and searched my house in hopes of not finding anyone. I still have the feeling that someone must be in my house, but it doesn't matter now because I'm at school.