Intense Dream

I do not usually write about my dreams on here, but the one I just woke up from was so intense and unusual that I feel like I should. As soon as I woke up, I realized I was crying tears of real pain, pain I had felt during the dream. As most dreams do, mine had several different parts. The first took place in a Sunday morning service and my church. For some reason, instead of sitting in chairs, all the congregation was lying in beds. The difference between me and the rest of the congregation was that I had no clothes on. I was very aware of this, and confused as to why I was not dressed! Then it happened...the preacher asked everyone to stand up while he read a passage of Scripture. Sure enough, everyone else stood up, right on top of their beds. But they had clothes on. Not me. I did not get out of that bed, because I knew I would be exposed. I stayed under the covers, hoping no one would notice. Now, I know that some dreams are just nonsense and can't really have much deeper meaning. But this dream seems packed full of meaning. Do I avoid "standing up" in light of the Truth being read/spoken/shown for fear of being exposed? I did not think I did...but I suppose I have before. I think everyone has felt that way. But why would God show me this now? The second part of this dream was painful. The kind where you feel it in your heart, and your head is pounding when you wake up. In it, I was one sister in a group of about four children, apparently on our own, in a strangers yard, trying to find our way home. The family who lived on that land found us and trapped us in (it's strange, but hey it's a dream) one of those free standing porch swings. Their son would regularly come and taunt us, call us terrible things and threaten us. My brother somehow build a small fire underneath one of the legs of the swing (it did not grow or burn the swing) and that made the son angry, so he went to tell his parents. When they came out of the house, they let us out of our trap, and we discovered that there were many more children there, all scared and imprisoned like us. Only now, we were not held in by anything but our fear of getting hurt if we tried to run away. It became night time, and a fire was built. I came up with the idea of building a fire like my brother did, hoping that somehow it would help us get free. I gathered a few rocks, and set them on a picnic table. The horrible son noticed and started asking me questions, threatening to hit me if I tried anything funny. We began to argue about how mean and unfair he was. I told him that he would never be able to keep good relationships because he was so selfish. That made him mad, and he went to get his parents. They came out and threatened me, along with all of the other children there. The woman in particular was very frightening and cruel, saying things that cut to the heart. I cried and asked her to stop, I had not done anything to deserve this treatment. She apparently thought I did, so she got even worse. She handed me a pitch fork and told me fight her son. I knew what she was doing, so I said NO. He had a shovel and came at me. Terrified, I swung in order to defend myself. I grazed his cheek and drew blood. I dropped to the ground and apologized, crying and begging them to have mercy, to stop. I knew they would not. The woman and her husband went into the house and started coming out with a chair and a rope. I heard another child cry, "they're going to whip her! They'll whip her to shreds!" It was at that point that I turned to run. I saw all the faces of the other children, looking at me in fear and pity. I heard the horrible family yelling at me and coming for me. I could not move.I could not do anything but sob. I woke up sobbing. I don't know what all this means, but it reminds me of the Isrealites in Egypt. Sorry for the length and unpleasantness. I had to write it down.