Creepy Cult Fest

Last night I ate a Hook and Ladder sub (ham, turkey, cheese, veggies) and baked chips.

Here's the dream:

Stu and I had purchased some land (a fenced-in field surrounded by trees on three sides with a road on the fourth) and we were driving to see it (I think we were planning on building a house).  I think we were still in the south because I remember pine trees, fields of tall grass, and wooden fences with barbed wire.  It definitely did not look like anywhere else.

When we got there, a man with long hair and clothed in a beige robe was leading a group of people and setting up housing in the field (mostly canvas tents).  They were a cult.  The guy was dangerous, we knew, and we knew he was going to end up hurting these people.  We didn't want them on our land but we felt powerless to make them leave.

We went to an underground garage and I realized we had two other vehicles -- our old car and a brown van.  We considered going back in a different vehicle and attempting to talk them out of living there.

Then we went back to the field and we felt the guy slowly drawing us all in, closer and closer to the moment where everything would start going crazy.

Then I realized that the field wasn't being paid for out of my bank account and Stu and I drove away from the scene in our van, freaking out because we weren't sure how far behind we were in our payments and wondering how we'd ever paid for the field in the first place.