A weird, disquieting, thought-provoking dream

Ray brought me to a room, some sort of military/government/corporate/whatever place. A group of people sitting around the periphery of the room. He sat to one side. I was talking with them, just surface conversation, someone saying something about my hair being flyaway, something like that and I laughed, agreed that my hair had always ben like that. An older woman came in, listened to me, I don't remember if she ever spoke. She made some kind of inner decision, drew my head back and cut my throat without hesitation.

I remember very clearly Ray watching her, with a kind of tense/angry face -- no, not that. He wasn't liking it but it was something that had to be done, for him to be there. I was his admission ticket. In order for him to be accepted, he had brought me. I had been judged and I had been found not just wanting, but not worth the judging.