Is this dream normal?

I was being driven somewhere far away from where I used to live. I'm about 4 or 5 years old in this dream. I had just seen my parents, the ones that I have in real life, murdered from the closet I was hiding. It was dark so I couldn't see who it was. It took place in the old house that I grew up in that burned down when I was seven. I was going to move in with an aunt on my fathers side who existed in real life but was younger in my dream. Before I was driven off to Arizona, where she lived, I got to visit an aunt on my mothers side who also exists in real life. She gave me a phone, the same phone that my mom has now and told me that I can call her anytime. She gave me a hug and I got in the car and was driven away. In reality, she had a daughter, but in my dream she wasn't there and neither was her boyfriend whom she'd met when I was 6. During the car ride, I learned to take videos with the phone and began to take multiple pictures and videos. When i got there i hid the phone from my aunt for fear of her taking it away. When i arrived, she didn't seem to particularly happy about my being there. She didn't welcome me in any way. She had a woman take my things and after looking me over two or three times, she turned around an walked inside. I didn't look to happy about being there either. My face remained emotionless. Then, something caught my eye. I had to squint to see him because the sun was in my eyes but i still saw him clearly. He was wearing a black t-shirt and had his hands in his pockets. He just stood there. Apparently, he lived in the house next door to us. We stared at each other until the woman that took my bags came back out and brought me inside. She told me to stay away from that man. Later that night after dinner I went outside to watch the sun set. I brought my phone with me and took a video of it. After the sun went down completely and it turned dark i stopped the recording and took a new one. I heard someone from in the house call my name so i started to go in. I took the long way around the house so that I'd go in through the from door. Then I heard something. It sounded some one being beat up. I turned myself toward the noise as well as the phone just in time to witness a murder. The man who lived next door to us stabbed a man that I had never seen and killed him. I made a small gasp and tried to muffle it with my other hand. Realizing that the phone was still recording, I stopped it and quickly hid it. The man turned towards me and took a few steps in my direction until he was directly under the light of a street lamp. My breathing quickened and I took a step backwards. I was far enough away from the house that, if I were to make a run for it, he would be able to catch up to me for sure. The woman who took my bag earlier came out and asked me what I was doing. I looked at her and then back to where the man was standing but he wasn't there anymore. She then asked me what I was looking at and after a long moment of awkward silence she took me by the hand and led me inside. Then next morning, I somehow ended up back outside. After being accused of snooping around by my aunt, she requested that her maid have me play outside. I couldn't see the man anywhere so I figured it'd be safe to play outside. This time I left my phone in the house. I decided to go in the woods behind the house. I walked far enough to put the house and everything else around it out of sight. I turned around to be sure that I was alone and when I turned a back around I saw him. He was standing right in front of me. Before I even thought to run he grabbed me and shook me violently. He had a knife in the belt loop of his pants. He told me that because of what I saw he'd have to kill me. I told him that I was sorry and that I'll delete the video on my phone. At that point he had the knife to my throat and was ready to make make a slit in it but this stopped him. He was kneeling down and had me facing away from him with one arm around me, restraining both of mine, and the knife in his other hand. He loosened his grip on me and spun me around. He let me go and I didn't try to run. He put his knife away and asked me about the recording. Not knowing that I had recorded his deed, I explained to him that I had and that the phone was in my room in the house. We made our way back to the house so that I could retrieve my phone. He told me to meet him at his house on the porch and I agreed. When I got up to my room there was a little girl about my age sitting on my bed. She told me not to do it. I told her that I wanted to. I had never seen her around the place. Somehow I knew that she was his daughter. I grabbed the phone and she gave me one last warning. I ignored it and left. When I got to his house I showed him the recording and then deleted it. Then the maid from the house came over. "what are you doing here?!", she asked. She asked a series of questions; "What are you doing with her? Where did you get that? What's wrong with you two? Why won't you answer me?" Every one of her questions went unanswered. She began to get impatient. She grabbed my hand. "come on.", she said. I pulled my arm back and turned away from her almost cringing at her touch. She tried again to grab me and this time I threw my arms around the man and tightly clung to him. In horror she said "I'm calling the police!" She stormed off into the house. The man knelt down and patted my head. For the first time since my parents were killed, I smiled. "Wait here.", he says and he goes into the house after her. He comes back out from the back of the house. Her dead body sits in a wheel barrow. I look up to the window where my room is. I saw the same little girl slowly shaking her head no. I ignored her once more and followed the man deep into the woods. We came to a sort of a grave yard. There was a fresh patch of dirt where he buried the man he had killed last night. He had already had a hole dug and dropped the woman into it. He then asked me to get him a shovel from the shed. I came back and handed him the shovel. Then my phone started to ring. It was my aunt, the one who gave me the phone. I threw it into the hole on top of the woman without hesitation. The man smiled and then began to shovel the dirt in on top of them. I could still hear it ring after he finished and I didn't move until it stopped. He brought me over to a grave. He told me that this one was his daughters. There was a little blue stuffed bear on it. He picked it up dusted it off and handed it to me. He told me that it was mine now. He dropped the shovel , took my hand, and we both walked further into the woods. Then the dream ended. Anything helpful in the comments would be greatly appreciated.