I had a strange dream last night that was partly a TV thriller and partly real. It's vague now, but I was part of a team on Skull Island, which was a shelf of rock that Druids or some early group had hollowed into the shape of a skull, with its eye sockets looking out of the water. The interior of this skull's dome had some power for collecting evil natures of humanity, and it was something like a museum-mall: one area was Nazi, one was Salem witch trials, etc.
The team part of this dream dealt with a young boy and a bomb. Inside this museum-mall was a pit, one side of which was dinosaurs relics and the other side was early weapons and instruments of torture. I had climbed down to the bottom and could not get out. The team had to rescue me and help me climb out. Then we were all assembling in the Salem area and I could see the ghost of a hanged woman. That's when I woke.