My sisters & I went out to some place in the country to buy some furniture. We drove thru a couple automated, remote control gates, got out of the car & went thru 3 more. I couldn't walk fast enough to get to the next gates each time & had to call support to open the gates. When we finally made it to the house it was a big bland McMansion. Everything was white with light blonde woodwork. We met some yuppies but saw no furniture. It was getting on towards 2L30 PM and I had had nothing to eat all day. I was getting hungry. Host said there would be food & ushered us down some stairs. We went thru a dark gray modern bar area, essentially a hallway with a bar on one side & stools & a shel along the wall. I could find no food. After the bar was a large dark meeting / performance room. It was filling up. Motivational speakers came out on stage & worked the crowd up. They started telling the audience to do stuff & they all fell in line doing it - waving, barking & such. Finally they started telling the audience to attack one another. Chaos ensued as people started trying to kill anyone in sight. I backed out into the bar & asked the bartender if he could make an public announcement asking my sisters to meet me at the bar. He scoffed me and I told him I hadn't eaten all day & my blood sugar was out of whack & I needed to leave & get something to eat. A woman behind me said, "That sounded a lot like a threat to me." The bartender agreed and they both glared at me. I turned & left the bar. I went down some dark hallways and encountered other people trying to get out. We found a bank of outside doors and went out but there was nothing but 10' high chain link fences topped with barbed wire. I went back inside & looked for any other exits. I found another bank of doors that opened out to a city street. I asked what town it was & was told Norwood, OH. Definitely not in the country. Anyway, I knew my way home from there & I really wanted to get away from that place. I caught the first bus & asked which way we were going & if this route intersected with my route. He let go of the steering wheel, took his foot off the gas, turned & started talking to me. We were going away from where I wanted to go & I would have to transfer twice to get home. It was getting late. At one bus stop there was a discarded magazine lying on a retaining wall. It had pictures & stories about slashing, mutilating and killing children.