Dream involving Bane

Okay, Bane, you asked for it. By the way, if by some chance someone reads this who didn't come from Bane's, go visit him www.banedad.blogspot.com

I was not an actor in this dream, just a watcher, and looking from over Bane's left shoulder.

The dream began on horseback, at night, in a blizzard, at the edge of a forest, Bane plus two women, a blond and a brunette. Both were beautiful. The three started riding into the woods. As the storm got worse, one of them was a witch and flew away with her horse. (I can't now recall if it was blond or brunette.)
Bane and the other woman kept riding and came to a log cabin that had light in the windows. So they stopped and went to the door to see if they could stay there because the blizzard was so bad. I knew this was a really bad idea but I was just an observer and couldn't say anything. What opened the door had black hair and I could kind of see his bones through his skin but he looked human. He said they could stay. There were a whole lot of other men inside the cabin. The woman went in and Bane went to put the horses up in the stable behind, which all went normally.
Bane went back to go into the cabin, and the men inside, not the one who'd opened the door, but his worshipers were gang-raping and torturing the woman. The one who'd opened the door was visibly a devil, not the Devil, but one of his minions.

And I woke up. It was just a little after 2:30 am, Mountain Time.
Once I got myself woken up enough, I said a prayer for Bane and his family, because I figure if I'm dreaming that about someone, praying certainly won't hurt. Then I did what I usually do after a bad dream, snuggle up to my husband and go back to sleep.
I wish I'd blogged about it that morning because I've forgotten the date, but it was sometime during my Christmas hiatus.

Just writing about it gives me the heebie-jeebies.
For the record, last night's involved Vox running around in an airport, but the recolection of it is very blury, not like this one.