Like a knife...

I had a dream last night. It was quite detailed, and most of those details I've forgotten, but there was one bit that really stuck with me. Twice in this dream, I was attacked from behind by a guy with a knife. First time, I was standing with my back towards a room, looking out through a window, and the guy just sneaked up on me, grabbing me and pressing a really sharp knife against my throat. I managed to break free by grabbing his wrist and hit it against something, causing him to drop his knife. The second time, I was again standing in front of a window with my back towards the room, when I see another guy entering the room. The door was on the opposite side. This time I could see how he was sneaking up on me, but it was like I knew that the knife was either really blunt or made out of plastic, so I didn't bother saying anything until he grabbed me just like the other guy had done, and pressed this harmless knife against my throat. I just told him I knew the knife wouldn't hurt me, and he let go off me, and we were laughing about it together. This second guy was someone I knew (in my dream), like the boyfriend of one of my friends or something. The first guy was anonymous.

I can't really interpret this dream, but it feels significant. I would like to say that on some level the knife is phallic. My back turned towards the room and hence the danger, symbolises some sort of lack of control. The laughter after I've disarmed the second guy could mean that it's something that I've overcome; the first time it was unpleasant and potentially dangerous, the second time it was just something to laugh about. On a more shallow level, this interpretation doesn't really mean anything to me. I think the concept of some sort of danger makes sense though. Probably the lack of control as well. But the knives? It feels important that the first knife was sharp and the second one plastic. Ah, whatever. I'll think some more about it when I got a moment to spare.