Oh my when I was dreaming of my mother went to someone else's house to stay and I was sleeping there and went in to another dream the girl from the movie (where she comes out of the tv) she gets out of the living room TV and comes running in my room.
I was strung upside down, in chains, in a tower. The walls and floor and items were all dilapidated in some way; bricks crumbling and blackened, blades on the dirty worktable rusted, the hard floor cracked. And everywhere were the dark signs of blood splatter.
And I was masturbating furiously.
The door opened and a tall monster of a man entered. Bald, wide, clad in a dark, bloodied apron. He went straight to the worktable and began selecting tools. These small scythes, machetes, these serrated chains that hung over the table. I knew, in the way of dreams, that I had to get off, and only then could I try to escape my chains.
I don't remember the details of escape, but I DO remember going to a gas station afterward wearing a t-shirt that said something like "I survived the Tower"; this whole tower thing was a capitalist venture and apparently the fact that people die there was intriguing enough to be extremely profitable.
That is my most disturbing nightmare to date. I spent a good few days in a major "What the actual fuck is wrong with my brain" funk and, over ten years later, still disturbs me.