The dream with the vans in.
Ok. The usual dilapidated building, but this time it was some kind of old church hall or meeting house with massive wooden doors. Some sort of Church cult was in operation, and all the young people in a suburban Slough-ish type town were in the building. I was standing at the door imploring them not to go in, that there was a reason why they had all been called there at once, and it wasn't the reason they thought. The huge wooden doors closed on me. I could see the golden light and the sound of singing voices streaming through the doors.
Then the white transit vans started arriving. They were the sort with windows in the side, so I could see that it appeared as though no one was driving them, and there was no one in the back. A tremendous sense of absolute terror took me over and I ran in to an area of the church building that was completely falling to bits, pigeon droppings and rotted wood all over. Half way up some rotten back stairs, I looked out of the browned window down to the lazy curving street below. The back doors of the vans opened. Whatever was in the vans was now out of the vans. The sense of presence and blind sick fear was overwhelming. I crouched hidden inside a rotting cupboard in a long disused room, begging them not to find me but knowing of course that they would. I could hear what was happening to everyone else, meanwhile…
Luckily I woke up before they got to me. That is the most horrific dream I've ever had. Bar none. I woke up petrified. The invisible force thing - the not knowing what it is, but knowing that it represents the darkest bloodiest part of an imagination… or something. God knows. It was bloody scary, anyway.