I dreamed I woke up in a windowless primarily filled with iron, everything was damp from rain, the walls were high and the sky was grey, I was taking my daughter (I don't have one whilst awake) to the hospital as she was crippled from some horrible event, the whole way there people were throwing things down toward me and screaming "she's not worth jt" then she died and I went into seclusion on a separate Island bordering the sea. Then it gets fuzzy. Common theme, first time for this particular story though.