Last night I had a huge, elaborate dream about being with my family and coming upon a bed and breakfast out in the middle of the woods.
There was a woman, dressed in 1800s fashions, dancing outside the building, very precise movements. When we got closer, she did a little bow and continued going around dancing. Upon closer inspection it became clear that she was not actually dancing, but being made to go through a series of movements, which repeated over and over again. Looking into her eyes, I saw deep feelings of despair. Anyway, my family seemed unaware of this... something something and we went inside.
the house turned out to be the dwelling of some sort of texas chainsaw massacre family.. I spent the next few hours hiding out in lofts of barns, running through fields and generally attempting to keep both myself and my little sister alive, while two men armed with axes, fire pokers, pneumatic drills and other assorted unpleasantries, systematically hunted us down.
all the while, the woman out front kept dancing, despite having lost several limbs to the killers' frustrated acts of sadistic violence.