nightmare

We were all hanging out together, a bunch of friends, with hottie professor at his house. We had all been drinking. Hottie professor turned to look at me, and he said something, I can't remember what it was, but I remember the feeling in my gut as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice in it. He had been sitting indian style, myself sitting next to him, and I stood up and started backing away. As I was doing this he twisted at his stomach, turning towards the left to look around at me. He got up and started stepping towards me, an evil look on his face. I remember screaming out "Do you know what I was going to do to you? I was going to fuck you! I was going to fuck you so hard your eyes rolled in the back of your head!" I was trying to hurt him, to say things to him to assert that I had some sort of power, not to show that he had hurt me. He threw his head back and laughed, and then lunged toward me and tried to grab me. I screamed and ran outside. He followed me. It felt like I was fifteen years old again, sleeping with my bedroom door locked and a baseball bat buried in the blankets with me, praying this wouldn't be the night my stepdad snapped.

So pretty much this nightmare was a combination of all my deep-rooted fears of alcoholism and older men?