The King
In this dream, I was very tall, perhaps 6-1/2 feet or more. I was muscular and may have been bald.
The dream opens with me standing a ways behind two large, self propelled passenger rail cars. They were on parallel tracks. They were filled with people who seemed anxious to get away.
The two cars started moving, one just a few feet ahead of the other. The tracks had been sabotaged, and both cars fell over on their right sides. Then a huge swarm of teenagers and very young adults ran to the cars from the right. They set about killing all the passengers, and soon there were bodies piled all along the cars. The crowd gathered near the front of the cars to celebrate.
I approached the rear of the cars. There sitting and relaxing alone on a rock was a young man. I expect he was sitting there waiting for the right moment to make a dramatic entrance to the crowd. He may have been wearing a thin gold crown, I'm not certain on this point. I approached him and knocked him over. Then, with super-human strength, I lifted him by his ankles and dashed his head against the rocks until it split.
I then picked up the body, still with super-human strength, and carried it up to the front of the cars, where the huge swarm of young people was celebrating. There stood a woman, in her early 20s, who appeared to be the leader of this band. She wore a mid-length brightly patterned dress.
I approached this woman and dropped the body at her feet. I said to her, "Here is your King". Exit.