Short Stories with Tragic Endings

My family and I are in a dark forest. We get to a gate and see two men there. They are extremely
pale and are known as "The White Ones". They are part of a large cult or something and they are
very mysterious. We go past the gate and get to a small building. There is a reception desk and two
pale female workers. One is behind the desk and takes our information or something and the other
is explaining something. She then has an aneurysm or something in the brain which causes her nose
to bleed. There is a sense that it is serious, but she insists on going on with her duties. She guides us
down a few hallways into back way that looks as if it is used primarily for storage. A friendly looking
man, also very pale, comes up to speak with us. He is apparently the leader. He tells the girl to go
get herself fixed up, that her health is more important. She leaves the building. Later, I am on a bus
with over a dozen other "recruits". I have made friends with two of them and we are talking. There
are two people on the bus that are sitting, surrounded by a glass box. The leader is sitting in the back
of the bus talking to some of the recruits and I am in the front. Suddenly, the one friend says, "Looks
like we've got another defector". I look back and see two more people in glass boxes that were not
before. The dream ends.

I am with my mom in a car. It seems to be a European car because the driver's seat is
on the right. My mom is driving and I am sitting in the front passenger seat. We are
driving through the woods and we come up to a get with security guards. They come
up and she apparently has some sort of security clearance but she has to go park or
something so I have to get out and go ahead. I have clearance by inheritance. The
guards make me swear not to speak of this to anyone. I almost say "What if I just talk
about it but no details?" but I decide I best not. The next thing I remember, I am sitting
in the dining room of our house talking to my mom who is in the kitchen. She has
oatmeal but is not satisfied with it or something. I say to put raisins in it. She says
she had a bad experience with raisins ( a batch were bad or something ) and these
are fine but shes still wary of them. My dad then walks in and starts complaining about
work. He says how they don't clean the snow up well. He says that his boss is not
focusing her priorities that she is focusing on the paper clutter on desks and not the
sidewalks. The dream ends.