A Strange Dream

You unconscious mind has some pretty interesting things to say about the people around you. I know this because I'm frequently hearing these things when I dream.

Last night highlighted a few of my friends in a way that kind of surprised me.

In the dream, I was sitting with a small group of people; some of which I knew, some of which were creations of my mind. As the dream went on, the group got bigger and bigger. We started playing circle games, tossing beanbags across and such.
When the group had about two dozen people in it, I noticed that many of them were gathering around a friend of mine (from real life) and he was speaking out loud, orating. People were hanging off his every word. I thought to myself, "He kind of sounds like one of those charismatic cult leaders".
Slowly, the group turned into a discussion. My charismatic friend started making proclamations to the group at large, back up by a small following of people. I was a little worried.
Then, one of my other friends, who is known to be very opinionated, started speaking against him. Just stating her own opinion, which just happened to oppose his. I knew that if she continued that something bad would happen, judging from the threatening looks she was getting from some of my other friend's burlier followers.
I hurried over to my opinionated friend and urged her to leave, and take my other friends with her. She wanted to stay and speak her piece. I begged her to go, telling her that situation was dangerous, and that I was going to stay to keep and eye on things.
She left, taking my other real life friends with her. And I felt really relieved. But once they had left, things turned really strange, and turned into a full-fledged cult commune. I was concerned for my charismatic friend, though, so I stayed to observe what was going on.
At one point, I saw him passing by with an body-guard-like entourage. I called out to him, saying I wanted to talk to him, but he ignored me. That was the last straw. I followed the group and when he sat down, I approached him. I was stopped by a muscular bodyguard who must have been 6'5". I stared right up at him and slapped him imperiously on the cheek, he was so shocked that be backed away. My friend didn't look at me when I walked up, but he knew I was there. I made to slap him, too, but he raised his arm and blocked me, all without even turning in my direction.
Enraged, I gabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him backwards off the stool and when he was on the floor, I slapped him smartly across the face. (I guess my dream self felt like face-slapping was a some kind of statement of defiance)
Once I slapped him, I felt like I'd made my point clear and I decided to leave. Quickly. I had the sneaking suspicion that he'd send someone to kill me. I left the building, and walked by men digging what looked suspiciously like graves in the side yard. I walked as fast as I could away from that place, all the time terrified that assassins had been sent against me.

SO yeah. That was my dream last night. It was really intense, and kinda scary, because now I wonder if that's how I truly see these friends. The one in particular.