Recurring nightmare

When I was a kid I'd constantly have this one dream where I'm in a desert valley walking down a long stretch of road. I'm just strolling along, looking around at all the Cacti and tumbling weeds and then a dark shadow engulfs the land and when I can finally see again, the valley is no longer empty. It's filled with scarecrows. Terrifying ones with empty black eyes and bodies made of rotten flesh that ooze blood in various places. For some reason, I never run back or try to get away or anything. I always keep walking through the valley calmly with my head forward. Then the noises start. I hear a cough or a sigh and look to my sides to see that the scarecrows are missing and many trails of blood are in the dirt leading out onto the road. And there's always the same two endings to this dream: I either realize I'm in danger and try to get away immediately only to end up getting trapped for eternity at a truck stop/diner near the outskirts of the woods (I know, wtf is a forest doing next to a desert?) or I stay on the road and they abduct me and turn me into one of them. It's fucking terrifying and my father and sister say it's prophetic. Haven't had for years but I've been thinking about it a lot lately.