There was a man in the kitchen who should not have been there. I have no idea who he was, except that he was a very bad person and for some reason we had to ensure that he died. I said I would do it. The other two people (I don't know who they were either) held him down in a chair and I stabbed him with a bread knife. There was no blood and he made no sound, but he did not die. I do not know when the change took place, but he became one of my friends instead. I stab her some more, but I get upset as it is hurting her more than it should and she is still alive. For some reason it is like she wants or needs me to kill her, like in films when they are about to turn evil or have become contaminated with something scary. Anyway, I get a sharper knife and stab harder.
That's about all I remember. I was very disturbed by this when I suddenly recalled the dream this morning.