Dream: End of the World V

It seems as if the whole of this dream was one scene.  That seems impossible but I can’t recall any glimpses of any other scenes.  It starts out with me with my parents in an urban area.  I was on a bike and they were walking.  It was night and the streets were lit by those peach colored street-lights.  I believe that persecution had begun and my parents were arranging for me to escape into the woods.  I think we were in New York.  Police were literally everywhere.  We were always hiding, going from place to place; I don’t know exactly what my parents were doing.  Eventually they sent me off and I ran to the woods; I had at some point gotten rid of the bike, I don’t know how.  On the way to the forest, I had to escape the police who were now chasing me.  A number of them came in contact with me and were rewarded quite severely.  I was quite brutal in this dream.  The next thing I remember is moving through the forest with other fugitives while being tracked still by the police.  I don’t remember how I came across said fugitives or if they were also running for the same reason.  I had somehow become the leader of the pack and was feared by the others.  Along the way, I had a number of conflicts with the other fugitives.  The only one I remember is with two brothers.  They were, at one point, together walking with me but were somehow separated.  I had an argument with one of them concerning my actions toward the other.  Apparently I had killed him.  In anger he attacked me and I killed him.  Some time later I came across the other one which disturbed me seeing as I thought I had killed him before.  I told him what I did to his brother and he started weeping on the ground.  I don’t know why but I killed him too, slicing his skull open twice with a knife.  I was very evil in this dream which is extremely unsettling, especially because the setting of this dream is the time when God’s righteous followers are being persecuted.  I remember there being three females with me that I believe the others had regarded as Angels.  At the same time, they were feared as being just as cold-hearted as I was.  According to the other fugitives, I was the devil and they were my guardian angels which is extremely strange.  One of them was exceptionally beautiful; she was rather tall, had pretty short, curly red hair and was white.  Another one was of average height, skinny, Asian and had long black hair.  The last one was short, black and had long black hair in some wild hairstyle.  The white girl seemed closest to me while the other two were always out doing something mischievous.  I have no idea how or why, but we were at the end of my dream in a school bus.  I was driving and a handful of the fugitives were in there with us.  That’s the last thing I remember.  This is one of the most disturbing and twisted dreams I’ve had yet.