To what extent should I take dreams seriously

Months ago, I dreamt that my family member was kidnapped by vampires. I somehow found the house and the vampires were acting like rich humans, luring other humans into their clutch. I snuck into the room where my family member was and tried to save him/her. But just as I was about run out, a vampire came in, so I grabbed a sharpened pencil and stabbed the vampire. I couldn't find where the heart was and so I stabbed randomly, searching for his heart. Once the pencil punctured his heart, all this blood spewed.

Last 2 weeks ago, I dreamt that I woke up from a bed and looked out the window and saw a body bag. I don't know why but I knew it was done by vampires and the aura was very dangerous and dark. Then I was with friends and these strippers, dressed as vampires, popped out of nowhere. I remember being extremely scared because it felt real and I wasn't sure how to defend myself and my friends. That's when I started to collect pencils and bundle them and place them in my sweater pocket. However, they were all dull and I was secretly searching for a pencil sharpener. I finally found out that these vampire strippers weren't just humans but that there was something weird about them and they were about to tell me; however, my grandma decided to wake me up.

Last week, I dreamt that I was in a mansion, a few houses from my house, and I knew vampires were loose in the house. I don't know why but I never think about fleeing because if I did that I knew I would get caught. The only thinking I have in these dreams is that I have to fight my way through. The problem in this dream is that my little cousins were there and my first priority was to save them and put them in a safe place, away from the vampires. Once that was done, I ran into the house, to get to the door in order to get to my house where my shotgun was located.

While I was in the house, I grabbed a scissor in case and was about to walk out when four vampires came traipsing downstairs. I was dumbfounded and knew I couldn't take four vampires. Suddenly, there were all these plates of Chinese food and that gave me an idea. I asked them, acted like a neighbor, if they have the Chinese take out number. They looked at me suspiciously, but eventually gave me the number. Afterwards, I ran out of the house anticipating getting my shotgun until my aunt woke me up.

Last night, I dreamt that I was about to have sex with a demon. Somehow, I was on this adventure-I was the heroine!- to obtain these powerful artifacts, but demons kept showing up and creating havoc on our lives.

Billy said that I was weird to dream about angels and demons and vampires. But I've never dreamt about angels or anything close to it.

Therefore, I wonder how fucked up I truly am. haha