Lots there for me to absorb thankyou Tony! I will pull out first what hit me most deeply ....
"I was always in love” with nature. But you could change the sentence to, “I was always in love with Life”. The reason being that all nature is the manifestation of Life." This is a very profound connection! To see nature as a manifestation of life.. to consider I may be in love with life...

that's actually a leap for me..
Ok.. I forced myself to do some dialogue with those women.. For what it's worth - This is what I got:
Women: we are anger and hate we hate most things, but most of all we hate you.
Me: why do you hate me?
Women: we hate your innocence. We hate your hope. We hate your good nature.
Me: what do you want?
Women: we want to kill you..
Me: well why haven't you killed me already then?
Women: sometimes we doubt ourselves. And you are too easy to kill, where is the fun in that? You suffering is so much better. Your pain makes us happy in the only way we know how to feel happy..
Me: What will you do if I grow in power and stop suffering?
Women: We will find someone else
Me: but if, like I am told, you are a part of me, what part are you?
Women: we are ancestors who chose cruelty as a way of protecting ourselves from pain. We hate life. Our lives were abuse, horror, death, famine, rape. By not dying, we at least do not yield to our own annihilation..
Edit: so I did that before sleeping.. I didn't like exploring these women at all.
Then in the middle of the night I woke up gripped in fear, a horrible cold sinister fear...
I had been dreaming. I was young. An older lady was leaving me alone in a house. She was wealthy, possibly was my mother. The room I was in was huge, very luxurious. She was horrible, clearly hated me, but she didn't hit or scold me, just a general sense of loathing from her. I'm about 9 years old. When she left I tried to lock myself in a closet to keep safe, that didn't close properly, then I went around locking the doors. I turned off the lights. I went to the window then to close the blinds and people passing by jogging at night screamed when they saw me at the window. The worst thing was the feeling in the room, a hostile, very frightening sinister energy. When I woke that feeling was still with me and I had to work really hard with my conscious mind telling myself 'I'm protected, this is a dream, I'm safe I'm protected' because that same cold sinister hostility seemed to fill the bedroom of my waking reality.. I would say it took me ten minutes or more on waking, repeating that, to shake the energy..