Just a figment of your imagination

I had a dream last night, and in the dream was a reoccuring place, a place I've been in my dreams before. A place I've been many times. There were police in their room, a room we could see from the picnic tables outside their window. The police were the brothers of my friends. Their room was close to this place, this room, in my dream. And we were there, but we were not going to stay there. We had dressed up to go out. But we never did. It was waiting, waiting, waiting for something that you wake up for before it happens. There were other people in the dream. Friends, people I know quite well. They were trying to stab me in the head. I don't know why.
This place that was in my dream, this reoccuring room, is one of two rooms behind rooms that I have never seen but I have seen in my head many times. The other one is in the church, behind the stage and up. Some girls live in that one. It looks very comfortable. The one last night is in a big building, like an office building or something. Only one storey though. Behind the offices and stuff, if you keep going, there are some rooms, some bathrooms and closets and things. But if you open one specific door there is a house, all open and laid out and really really nice. I go there occasionally but I never get to stay. There is a third place I go sometimes in my head, down in our basement, except there is a sub-basement and a room below that yet. And there there are people and a bathroom and some other stuff. In the ground there. But these places, I don't think any of them exist, except in my head.