dream that still haunts me after 5 years

I'm bored, so I'm sharing with y'all this weird dream I had when I was 14 and that for some reason stuck with me.

First of all, two things you gotta keep in mind for a bit of context:

- I had recently watched the Twilight saga.

- The night I had this dream I had fallen asleep anxious, because next day I had a presentation and I didn't do any of it. 

Maybe some trigger warnings apply to this dream?? There's mentions of suicide and death, so... 

The dream starts in my bedroom, the countryside house I was living in at the time. I was with my best friend (my head made her up), who looked exactly like Alice from Twilight. I can't recall her name, so we'll just call her Alice. She was slightly older than me. 

There was this big, black bag over my bed, and I was hurriedly filling it with clothes. We were packing to run away. My parents weren't home. It was a Sunday afternoon, and during Sundays it was usual for my family to gather at my grandparent's house, who used to live right across the dirt road. 

After everything was in order, we go out the house trough a back door. We had to jump the fence, couldn't leave from the front because my family would've seen us. 

We walked, and walked, and walked.

Eventually, we reached a bus stop, which was in the middle of nowhere.

It was old, next to a barely noticeable dirt road. All visible land was mostly dry, and there were no trees and no houses around.

We sat there and waited for a bit, until an equally old-looking bus showed up. The next thing I remember is being in a small, seemingly abandoned town. 

Again, there were no paved roads. All the houses and stores were made of wood-planks, and everything had an overall look of being poorly taken care of or straight up abandoned.

Somehow, we run into a girl, early 20s, who offered us to stay the night in her place. She was stunningly beautiful. 14 year old me was GAGGED. She looked like an angel. She was tall and thin; her skin was pinkish pale, covered in freckles; she had long, wavy, blonde hair; her eyes were big and blue and she had the longest eyelashes, and her lips were heart-shaped and red. I remember she talked so softly, moved with such grace. Maybe she was an angel. 

We're going to call her Mary, because I can't remember her name either. 

We walk into Mary's home. It was small, a lot of vintage decoration. She shared it with a friend of hers. All I remember of her friend is that her vibes had darker colors and her hair was short. 

We're walking around Mary's living room. Alice stops to look at a picture of a very thin and pale woman with long, black hair.  Alice asks Mary who the woman is, and you can immediately see a wave of sadness go through her. It was her mom. Mary tells us she too ran away when she was younger. She had a very complicated relationship with her mother, and she hasn't seen her or spoken with her in years. 

She then tells us to follow her to the bathroom. In there, there's a small, white carpet. Mary tells us it used to belong to her mom, the only thing she has of her. She tells us to take it with us once we leave. I say we couldn't possibly do that, it was her mom's, but Mary insists, so we agree. 

There's some sort of cut here, because the next thing I remember is being woken up by a very loud and painful scream. Alice and I rush to see what happened. The house is dark and the only light source comes from the bathroom. Mary's friend is crying on the floor, right in the doorway. There's blood all over the bathroom floor, all over the carpet. Mary had killed herself. She cut her wrists and then hung herself. 

It suddenly is the next day. We're right outside Mary's house, saying goodbye to her friend. Her eyes and nose were red, she seemed like she had been crying all night. Before we go, she gives us the rolled white carpet Mary asked us to take. It was still covered in blood, and it had started to smell real bad but, nevertheless, we took it. 

We start walking, then suddenly I remember: Oh no! There's a presentation for tomorrow I didn't do! We have to go back now!!

So, we make our way to a big and old train station. 

In order to get to the area in which you waited for the actual train to arrive, you had to go through other places INSIDE the train station building. One of those places was a small ballet studio. Two of its walls were fully covered by mirrors. The one in between these walls had three, large windows. Both the wood from the windows and the floor seemed rotten, the upper corners of the walls had cobwebs, and the mirrors were dirty.

There was a concerningly thin woman with black hair (the teacher) and maybe around 10 little girls. They were all wearing pink leotards, except for the teacher, hers was black. 

We don't pay much attention, and simply walk through the studio toward the exit door. 

We get to a staircase. Right below was the place in which we'd board the train, so we decided to just sit down in the staircase and wait.

A few minutes go by, then Alice suddenly jerks up. I ask her what's wrong. "Come on! Get up! Hurry!" she says. I tell her we can't, we're going to miss the train. "It's important! Trust me" So I get up and follow her. She leads me back to the ballet studio, which is now empty except for the woman, who was sitting down and stretching. 

"What's wrong?" I ask Alice.

"That's Mary's mom," she says. 

That's when I remember the picture we saw in Mary's house. 

We slowly approach the woman. She had such sad, angry eyes and looked so tired. She stands up and looks at us with confusion. I ask her if she knew a girl named Mary and her eyes open wide, she's visibly shaken by the name. 

Alice slowly retrieves the carpet from her bag. The woman doesn't say anything. I tell her we knew Mary, we were with her, and I tell her what happened as I hand her the carpet. She takes it and then breaks down, uncontrollably sobbing, falling to the ground. 

We take a few steps back.

Then, out of nowhere, a boy who was my classmate enters the studio. He was on the phone, talking about the presentation we had to do. I start freaking out again and tell Alice we have to hurry back before we miss the train. But just as we're about to leave, a very large, muscular man with long hair walks in. He looks like he's running from something, and I was right, because not a second later two police men enter. They take the man and, for some reason, they also take us (?). 

Another cut. Suddenly we're in a cell with this man. It's dark, the floor is made of stone and it's wet with humidity. All other cells also have men in them. Alice and I are not worried, we know we haven't done anything wrong and that they'll probably release us soon. 

But then I look at the man, and he looks absolutely terrified. Why would a big man like him be so scared? I look around and notice all the other men look the same. I notice the officers are all women. Big, buff, muscular women. In any other context that'd be hot, but they were legitimately SO scary. I tell Alice to keep quiet, to not make any sound and to not draw any attention. Something is wrong. 

For what I'll say next, I need y'all to have a slight idea of what the layout of the place looked like:

As you can see, right behind our cell, there's this weird, deep pit. At the bottom there's water, and a weird cutting machine. Right on top of this machine, there's this boxy structure coming off the wall.

So, even though we try to go unnoticed, RIGHT after I say that to Alice, one of the officers yanks the door of our cell open. She grabs me and somehow puts me over this unstable box, and suddenly the cutting machine in the bottom turns on. The structure is VERY unstable. It shakes every time I move. I start crying because I thought it'd break and I'd fall right into this machine and die. Alice yells for the officer to get me out of there, but she just smiles. 

Then, Alice literally jerks herself off the grip of the officer and jumps in the water. She grabs her backpack and throws it in the machine, breaking it, but not before she gets caught in it. It literally cuts her head off, and I remember so vividly how she smiled at me, apologetically, AFTER her head got cut off, right before she died. 

I stopped crying, I stopped moving. I was just there, looking down, completely shocked. 

The officer grabs me and puts me back on the floor. She then apologizes, although it doesn't sound sincere, saying it was just a joke to scare us. 

Andddd that's it. I woke up after that. Long ass dream, but I never forgot it. 

Any dream nerds that'd like to psychoanalyze whatever my brain created?