Shed, bulls and mini-scalp

My first dream ... I saw a group of people (like 4 or 5) all huddled together and they were being pushed together by bulls. The bulls completely surrounded them... A bull from a distance was getting ready to charge the group which would kill them all.. All of the bulls had large horns (that no real bull would ever have). They had the lines of a ram and they encompassed the top part of the head. So the bull starts charging and then a different bull comes up just before he is about to hit, and jumps on top of the group, protecting it and rams the bull away... the people are so squeezed in... one woman comes out of the group from under the bull... and squeeezes out. Almost seems like childbirth... And it is a nice feeling to be free but at the same time a painful one.

Next one, I'm in a town, it is darkish. I group of men are walking down the main street (dirt road). All of the people in the town have already been killed. These men all wore black, long hair, and appeared to be native american... but some sort of dark group/gang. I knew if I stayed where I was behind a building... they would be able to easily catch me and kill me. So I needed to go out across the street and up this hill. In doing that, I would be seen. So I ran across the street...and I could sort of think myself up and fly a bit. So I did this awkwardly up the hill until I reached the top and ran into a house. The main guy was already up there and had me cornered. I knew I was going to die, so we walked towards each other. He was very tall.. I came up to his chest. He pulled out a large knife and said "I apologize that I have to do this" and he took the knife towards my head and cut off a piece of skin and hair... It was all bloody. He had done this to save me.. make it looke like he killed me. Then it was like we (he and I) moved into another world where we traveld together, went to some old market. I was looking at beads and kept rechoosing. Talked to some other people and they were talking about schooling etc. I don't remember much... but it felt like just living ...

The last one was of my highschool boyfriend. I was going out to meet him. I was in his house and he wasn't there... he was outside and knocked on the window for me to visit him in his workshop. I walked in and he had this large workshop... and within it a little raised shed of sorts with sliding glass doors on both sides (almost taking up the whole wall) and windows on either end. He would sit in there and talk to friend, work on little projects.... hide away