I have another sister?

My dreams lately have just been a bit more neurotic than usual. Very vivid, and I wake up with them fresh in my head.

I dreamt that I was back home, and had another sister who unbeknownst to me, and my family. Apparently, my father had a fling when I was just a baby, as she was just a year younger than me. She had found my grandparents, and came around for the holiday. I was the first to meet her, and we began to bond instantly. I'm not exactly sure of her name... I think it may have been Angela. She was a beautiful brunette, and some kind of a badass, as she had a career in law enforcement. I wanted to protect from various scumbags that would hit on her, but she clearly take care of herself.

Then she met the rest of the girls and relatives. She didn't meet my dad though. She didn't want to based on the things she had heard. I told her he was basically a good person, but she was worried she'd get her heart broken.

I don't have a lot details on this one. There was a lot of just really random stuff, and I'd get lost if I tried to map it out. Before I woke up, there was one scene where we were in some restaurant. I think it was a restaurant that belonged to my family. I remember telling her happy I was that she had found us, and she warned that we shouldn't get too close because I'm moving in 10 days. It would be too sad when I left. I walked up to the front of the restaurant. Then this squirrelly little reporter guy showed up looking to get a story out of some incident that had just happened prior at the restaurant. I went up to him and grabbed with both hands by his collar and threw him out, flat on his face, 15 feet across the pavement. A bunch of his belongings were strewn everywhere. Wow, I'm strong. He was so small, and I did not know my own strength. His face was bleeding from hitting the pavement, and I immediately cowered because I knew I was going to get into trouble with the law... again, as this had happened before with the reporters, and I was supposed to be getting some anger management courses. This guy, however, was not upset with me as some others had been. He wasn't hurt badly and quietly laid there. Then I noticed some strange looking guys that showed up and one by one, they each picked up one of these bags or packages that the reporter had dropped when I threw him. One guy in particular looked particularly nefarious, and made my lips say to the guy "Who.Is.He?" without vocalizing the words. He looked at me, signaling to be quiet and patient. I realized it was all a plan and a setup for me the throw the guy out as I did so these people could then come by pick up these bags and packages. Yes, there were making a drug pickup. I was still sitting and just then, a man was sitting next to me... THE SKINNER. If you've seen Dexter, Season 3, I think (?)... he was the Nicaraguan guy who went around skinning people. Anyway, he's standing next to me, hissing and seething, with this tiny little one each knife, and slowly begins to cut my arm with it. I'm scared and shaking, thinking what I should do. I immediately think of my new found sister and begin to try to telepathically communicate with her to let her know that I'm in trouble. She is not coming however. I try harder. Nothing. At last, all of the drugs had been delivered and then I made my move. I tried to get the guy, but he took off, dropping the little knife. Just then Angela comes running to the front of the restaurant as she finally got my message. I went inside, holding the small knife and other random things, my hands bleeding slightly. She asks me what happened... and then I wake up.