Stranger in the white Ford Fiesta

The dream begins as my family says goodnight to me. I am sleeping outside, on the sharp rocky pavement underneath my car. I am at a place of significant memory, my cousins' cabin in Northern Utah. Understandably I am unable to sleep. After about an hour being fast-forwarded in the dream, I see a Ford Fiesta driving down the road. As it slows to a halt, I feel the most clear, intense fear I have ever felt. My only chance of getting away from the driver is to roll over, and down the rocky hill in front of the cabin. Bruised and scraped me looks up as the car door opens. A woman with short blonde hair and glasses, about 36 steps out of the car. I have no idea who she is. She says in a scratchy and horrifying yet incredibly audible whisper; "YOU ARE MINE." It was the most terrifying voice I have ever heard.

The dream instantly becomes lucid. I claw the air for some way to escape, optimistically yelling: "I'm Dreaming I'm Dreaming!" My escape comes in the form of levitation. Each swipe of my hand brings me higher in the air. The sky becomes a fiery orange. I would prefer to fly at a faster pace, yet I am still li mited in my suddenly lucid dream. I reach the roof of the dream, a soft, fleshy orange sky. I claw away at it until it gives way, and as do my eyelids. Due to my speedy awakening, I am under sleep paralysis. I am able to shake myself off before my my cute, blonde demon can show up.