Kitchen Knife Suicide

1. The Way

Middle of the night, at house of parents, I am in my bedroom, but then I hear my parents are up and I go look. They're in the kitchen, my mom has a large kitchen knife and she slits the left wrist of my dad, in the dangerous direction, the right direction.
I go to them because I want to stop my mom. My dad then goes to the hallway where he will call the medics, and I face my mom. She comes at me but slowly. There is a clear desperation in her eyes and movement. I fear slightly that she will cut me knowing that I cannot die in dreams. I slowly back however, and try to look for a way to make the knife harmless. We are very close. Then we are at the kitchen door. When she comes forward with the knife I make it so that the knife gets stuck in the wooden door frame, and I hook it behind the wood where the hilt of the knife is. This way I should be safe, but I don't feel safe, the danger is not over, she is still out of her mind.
My dad comes back at some point saying that we have to take her to a place called Le Chemin. And I know this is a place for old people, or despairing people, maybe psychiatric. Can't remember now. My dad is fine, he phoned the hospital for mom. She has to be removed.

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yesterday's dream was about sofo (or maybe the day before) and the attraction is such that we cannot but hug, this time sincerely. And I let her take the initiative.
a few days before that in france, there was sofo in the room I was sleeping, and behind it was a field, some sf effects, the plants were very outlandish, she comes round again into my room, and eventually we hug, but for me this does not yet feel good. I record the dreams here anyway.