You know, curiously, I will say this: I did have dreams when I was little where I was being carried forcebly by someone, but I think it was my own parents. I distinctly remember what happens. Everything is set to an amber-orange glow. Someone is holding me while walking along a building. We pass a open door in which I see a bakery inside. No idea why, but for some reason I struggled to get there. After that, the person brought me to the last door at the end. There the door opened and these two skeletons started tickling me. It was really eerie though. At some point I understood the pattern to this dream (it was a recurring dream) and I was able to not become afraid. Then I went inside the skeleon's room. It was just empty. That's all I ever ventured in that dream.