I always have this dream and it happens so often that during the dream I know it is not real. I am always walking around somewhere when it's dark out. As I walk, I keep hearing footsteps and I will turn my head around to see if anyone is there, and of course no one is there. I then start to speed up my pace and then when I turn around Freddy Krueger is there in all of his glory. I begin to run from him and he bolts after me. After a few seconds of running I always fall and must literally pull myself through the grass. Basically, I am running on my hands and legs, like a dog, and for some reason that is faster than actually running...go figure. After a few moments of running like an animal, Freddy eventuay catches me and stabs me either in the back or chest. Sometimes I wake up at this point and feel the pain in my back or chest. The other times I try to fight him off but everytime I punch him it is like I have the strength of an infant and his body feels like concrete. Then I die, but, like I said earlier, sometimes I know I am dreaming and don't really care that he has mortally wounded me. 1, 2, Freddy's coming for you; 3, 4, lock the door...sorry. Got into it.
My analysis of my dream is that I am still kind of afraid of the dark. I was always scared of it as a child and I hate being alone in a house/room at night and I will never go into a basement at night. Furthermore, when in a dark room, I will quickly run up the stairs, if there are any, to quickly get out of the room. Plus, Freddy Krueger always terrified me as a kid. These pretty much set up the basis of the dream.
Due to the fact that I was almost kidnapped as a kid while at a friend's house, feeds into the hysteria of always feeling like someone is waiting to get me. [While I was at Jacob's house, a man came up to the backyard and opened the fence door and told us he was looking for his dog. He then ran at us and Jacob and Christina (another friend who was over) both ran through the neighbor's yards and I only lived two blocks away and my instinct was to head home. I luckily made it to my front lawn screaming "fire" and "help me" and my mother came outside and saw the man trying to grab me. She grabbed me and he ran off, and then she called the cops and they got the weirdo. Basically, this is the catalyst of my fear of being chased.]
In regards to my falling and running on all fours, the only thing I can think of is that I have this constant stigma that I need to be perfect and this is a way for me to realize that no one is perfect and there is always something we will fail at.
Finally, I believe the weak punching scenario stems from me feeling like I will never be able to take care of myself on my own. My parents have always given me everything I have ever wanted and I have been spoiled since my childhood and I always feel like I am entitled to everything because I am so used to getting what I want. My extremely weak and insufficient punches are a way of showcasing my fear of being on my own without the strength of my parents and their huge bank accounts once I leave college.