My nightmare i want interpreted Part Two *continued in part three*?

I immediately stop when she does, not wanting to get close enough to scare her more that she already seems. She turns around to face me. And, when I see her face, now full of all her emotions, my heart shatters. The look on her face shows, more than her eyes did, her heavy feelings inside her. Why have you stopped? she thought into my mind. It kept echoing and echoing in my head. Over and over again, her heart wrenching voice pounds through my head and makes my heart, unbelievably shatter into dust. Not able to take any more, I close my eyes to try to clear my mind. I open my eyes and the little girl is no longer there. I’m in a substantially small white room. It’s as white as the White Nothing, and it hurts my eyes. Since I’m claustrophobic, I start to panic as a response to being in such a small area. I look up and see the black ooze. It’s seeping down the walls from the ceiling, where the walls and ceiling meet. It’s flowing out faster that the shiny black ooze should’ve, resulting in the room filling up a lot faster than I thought. I look for ways out. But there aren’t any. No doors. No window. No openings of any kind. No escape. I try my hardest to keep my head above the surface of the ooze. But I ultimately fail because the ooze is too thick too move through. I get sucked down into the ooze.But it looks and seems like I’m underwater. My hair floats around me, black in the dark waters. Though I can still breathe and water doesn‘t go into my mouth or nose when I do. It looks like I’m underwater in a black ocean. It feels so peaceful, serene, and… safe. Oh God. I just wanna be safe, oh so ever badly. I thought. I relax. And again, for the second time, I let my guard down, and it’s a huge mistake. Suddenly, as I go to take another breath, water gets sucked into my mouth. I immediately stop sucking in and hold my breath. My head starts to pound and throb with pain. It feels like someone’s taking a jackhammer to my skull. But I forget all about the pain in my head, because my chest starts screaming at me. It burns with pain. It feels as if there’s a ten ton elephant stepping on my chest. Except the pain is in my chest and not out. Everything goes black.There’s nothing but the Black Nothing for a while. Am I dead? I thought, Is this what it’s like to be dead? To die? Then I see the tiniest spec of a white light. It slowly grows bigger and bigger, until I’m at a red door. A burgundy tinted red door. It’s half open, but I cant see through to the other side of it because there’s a blinding white light shining through. The white light prevents me from seeing anything past the door. But I’m desperate to escape from the Black Nothing. I go through the door. I see the little girl. But she isn’t alone. There are transparent people, like ghosts, surrounding her. I look around and I don’t think that I know any of them, but they all look oddly familiar to me. I cant figure out why they all look familiar, or why they‘re transparent. I turn my attention back to the little girl. She’s all I can focus on. I just stare at her. All of the ‘ghosts’ thoughts slam into my mind. I double over in pain and clutch my head. I scream, Stop! Stop! Please! Just stop! Then, much to my surprise, it stops. I look up. They’re sad eyes are just staring at me. I look around for the little girl. She’s gone. Before I can wonder where she is they, all together, scream the same thought into my mind, You! You’re the one! Then they all just blow away. Like a vapor being destroyed and carried away on the wind. I just sit there trying to clear my mind and be less confused. I’m shocked by what just happened. I stand up and look around, looking for her. I turn around and she’s standing there looking as sad and confused as I’ve ever seen anyone look before. Mommy? Why have you stopped? Why Mommy? Why? she says. She holds out her arms to me, beckoning me to go hold her, but I cant move. My feet are suddenly heavy like weights and I cant lift them up off the ground not two inches. I hear her voice, thick with panic, scream in my head, Mommy hurry! Or they’ll get us! Hurry! Mommy! Then her voice gets low, almost to a whisper. She chokes out her next words as if she doesn’t want to say them at all, but she has to. Come on Mommy. D-don’t… don’t you love me? I look down at my feet. And when I look up to tell her that of course I do she’s not there, again. I look around panicking and confused as hell. Everything goes black, again.This time, I’m sitting in a red velvet theater seat. I try to get up, but I cant. It’s like I’m glued to the seat and I cant get up. I look up and there’s a white theater screen. Why am I in a theater? What’s going on? I thought. The screen starts to count down. 3... 2... 1... I guess the title of whatever’s going to show pops up, the screen says ‘Home Sweet Hell’. It starts to play out memories. Memories of abuse and neglect of a little girl. She looks exactly like the green-eyed girl, except this girl’s eyes are a light baby blue.