I was in a cult

Date: 6/2/2019

This is by the far the most disturbing dream I’ve ever had, and this is the second time I’ve had to relive it. The nightmare always starts out with me in school, and when I get out, I walk over to this corner that’s kinda across from my school. No one is in school either, it’s just me. There is this group of people painting cars to look like school buses and I’m immediately creeped out. I call the police and they come but don’t do anything even though these people are painting cars that aren’t their own. This part is fuzzy, but I somehow end up being forced to work for this group. There’s the main people I know, a shaggy black haired guy as the leader. There are two other men and two women. There’s also another man-creature that’s like 9-10 feet tall. I end up being a slave basically. They make me work in horrible heat, I can’t go home, can’t go to school, and we live in the building just across from the school I was talking about in the beginning. Except this building we live in is a darker version of my house. The dream goes on and I’m inside and my instinct takes over when I see a window to escape. I grab a pair of scissors and stab the girl at the front door, but the main guy sees me so I run over to him and stab his bare chest at least 8. He backs up every time I stab him but the blade hardly goes into his body, it just leaves horrible curled skin and holes where no blood comes out. I run out into the garage where the monster man doesn’t see me and I run past him carrying a backpack. The leader tells the monster man to find me but by this time I’m on the other side of the street, hiding behind two cars. All of the people come out looking for me, and so I turn around and run into a garage. The door is unlocked so I sprint into the house where two young girls watch me. The mom walks out and I cry as I tell her I just escaped from some people and I need to hide. She lets me hide in her room and seems generally disinterested in me. The group doesn’t find me and I become friends with this lady. That’s where the nightmare always ends. I have no idea why I dream of murdering my captors but thinking about it makes me sick. And this being the 2nd time I’ve had it makes it even worse. Thoughts? Because I honestly have no idea.