Two deaths, the blind and the brushing of hair...

Dreams from night night of 4/1

First:
  My family (mom and dad that aren't mine IRL) and myself move to a very rural, middle of the woods town. Dad bought a little land that already had a single-wide mobile home on it and a small barn. New job for Dad and new start for all of us. A few days in to unpacking the town Mayor swings by to say hello and meet all of us. He seems a nice fellow with his short stature, sparse hair and ever receding hairline, though well fed per his waistline. He says he'll be back in a couple nights after we get more settled and bring a friend to ensure we get a proper welcoming to the town. With that he leaves.
  A couple nights go by and sure enough, the Mayor shows back up with another gentleman, very similar in looks to the Mayor though a bit shorter. They come up and make introductions, then ask that we join them out next to the barn. We all follow and stop on the far side next two the woods where once the yard light turns on, you see a couple of rebar cages. Dad didn't know what they were and had planned on taking them down and using the rebar as scrap, he just hadn't had a chance yet since we moved in. They were about 6 feet in height, circular with about 3 feet of width on the inside. The rebar cage had hinges soldered on so a door of the rebar could be opened and closed.
  The Mayor said it was tradition to have the ladies of the house stand within the cages while prayers are said for the family and gestured my mother and I forward. My mother, attempting to be a good hostess and go with the customs of the locals, moved forward and got into the cage where they closed the door. I, however, had a horrible feeling about this and made a run for it back into the house. Dad didn't seem too keen on it either and came forward to the Mayor who punched him hard enough to break his nose and added a few rib kicks to finish the job; Dad was unconscious. Mom, in her pretty summer red and white checkered sun dress, had been locked inside the cage with an old looking steel lock.
  Both the Mayor and his friend then came into the house looking for me. One can only hide so well in a single-wide trailer. I was found quickly and pulled up by my hair and moved into the middle of the living room. The Mayor then told me that this was all my fault and we had broken their traditions which are to rape the women in the town as it keeps the men obedient to them with the threat of that happening again always there. Crying and clawing a the mans arm holding my hair with me facing out from him, he seemed to not even notice and forced me to the floor. His friend then came up, kissed him, and started taking off his pants. Not giving a damn about my hair, twisted around losing a good chunk of hair and some scalp to deliver a very well placed right hook into the Mayor's friends face then punched the Mayor right in his jewels. Both went down. Looking around, I spotted Daddy's pistol and taking it from its holster, I shot the Mayor. And I kept shooting. I got 3-4 rounds into him before I dropped the gun and ran out the door back to the barn.
  Dad was just getting up and I told him we needed to get out of there and so he found some bolt cutters, got Mom out of the cage and we ran.

Second:
  I was at a convention; unsure of type, but there was definitely cosplay and gaming happening about everywhere. I had apparently pulled an all-nighter and was super tired. I had laid out a sleeping bag and a blanket on one of the benches of the game tables, using the sleeping bag as cushion and the blanket for warmth.
  I wake up in the dream when someone new enters the room. It'a a tall, skinny girl. Her hair is dishwater brown, not entirely brushed through, and over all she looks unkempt. The biggest thing you notice about her, though, is that she's blind. She wear no glasses of any kind to hide her milky-white eyes and uses a long cane to tap as she walks to avoid running into anything. Noticing that she seems to have no escort and the others in the room are just staring at her, I throw back my blanket and get up to help her. Modesty only seems to be a very minor concern for me though as I tug on my t-shirt which is the only thing I'm wearing aside from some black undies that I'm trying to help the t-shirt hide.
  I walk up to her and make introductions and offer to help her to a game table. She said she's very excited to play and was dropped off at the con so she could enjoy at her leisure. Sitting her on a bench about mid-room she's at a game where they're playing D&D and she exclaimed that it was her favorite and was very thankful for my assistance. I gave a stern look to the DM and other players with the clear understanding that they were to add her into the game or else and I went back to my bench for some more nap time.
  Unsure amount of time passes and I'm woken up by someone yelling my name telling me I needed to get over there to the game table the blind girl was at. Rather annoyed and trying to remember 'what girl', I quickly hide my annoyance with a smile and get back up, tugging at the back of my t-shirt to find she needs help rolling the dice because for some reason no one else at the table could be bothered to help her. Dice rolling commences.

Dream from the night of 4/2  I was different. What about me was different, I wasn't sure. But it was enough to draw a sizable lynch mob of African-America folks that had me cornered and were trying to kill me. Dress was more 60's/70's church-wear for them; never got a look at myself. We were out in public at a park and I had been backed up against a wall. The leader, a man with an incredibly loud screaming voice, was inches away from me telling the crowd what an abomination I was and how I must die. And the crowd was certainly eager and prepared. From pitch-forks to pistols, they weren't looking to just kill me once but ten times over.
  Waiting for that opportune moment when the leader leaned back in to scream about me, a mob-goer carrying a sword moved up next to him. My shoulders were pinned by people to the wall, but my arms were still free so I reached for the sword. Drawing it from its sheath, I plunged it straight into the heart of the leader. He looked rather shocked as the crowd silenced.
  Not wanting to stay and appreciate my work longer, I made a break for it through the crowd as the leader dropped, blood pooling around him as he died. The once angry mob then became a force of nature in pursuit of me. I ran quite literally as if my life depended on it. My feet took me into a less than savory neighborhood where most of the houses were run down and feeling drawn to a particular one, ran myself up to the door that was thankfully unlocked and let myself in. Turning around, I was not alone.
  No one here was familiar, but after giving the briefest of summaries of my situation, they began barricading the place. Furniture was taken outside to be used as cover if needed and all windows and doors were barred and blocked until the dimmest of light could only be see coming in through cracks in the barricades through yellow-tinted windows from years of dust and neglect.
  Getting a better look at my surroundings, this place was rotting from the inside out. It appeared to also have no electricity. Either the residents here were squatters or had been brought here for some gathering that I had interrupted. I was motioned by them to head upstairs, that their leader could be found there. The boards beneath my feet groaned in pain as I made my way up, disturbing both dust and cobwebs though the spiders seemed to mind little. At the top of the stairs was an open den area, covered in what were once rich carpets and plush furniture, now covered in mold and rot. The few people seated here gestured to a far door which then lead to another set of stairs.
  Going up one again I was stopped at the top by Logan, someone I only barely knew. His face showed both concern and annoyance, as if my intrusion had put him out a great deal. With a mob of incredibly angry people at my heels, I'm sure it had. He motioned me forward onto the landing  and lead me to a chair next to the stairs. He then motioned to a young woman (one of many) who was nearby and after disappearing for a moment, she returned with a hairbrush. Logan gestured for me to sit in the chair and though confused, I complied considering he was now my host and doing me a great service by protecting me.
  Then he proceed with long strokes to brush my thick, straight brown hair. With each I could feel my terror, my anger, my pain slowly melting away. Despite what was going out just outside the doors to the house, my fear was gone and replaced by a relaxation so deep I thought I would never move from that spot again.