Female serial killer

I awoke in the night, about 1:30 AM, from a very interesting dream.
The serial killer was held at some institution which didn't resemble a jail very much, unless perhaps a very advanced version of the future or simply of that non-physical realm. Locks and bars were entirely absent; the institution consisted of a complex of concrete buildings but the girl was located outside of them. There only were massive numbers of micro cams everywhere, not even really hidden as they glowed faintly green in the dark.
Perhaps it was just a visiting area, but it consisted of an arrangement of sofas and comfortable chairs in an open air setting,sparsely lit under twilight skies on some remote hill.
I got there with a group of other visitors - journalists? psychologists? - who all timidly settled on one side of the arrangement of sofas while the girl sat on the other side. They were terrified of her.
I didn't sit with them. Instead I circled around and approached her from the other side.
The girl was very young, no older than 20, short curly hair, light brown skin, very pretty. I greeted her, talked to her, said how all this security around here would drive me so nuts I'd feel obliged to flip the bird to those cams all the time, which I did. She smiled at me, seemed to like me or at least to find me amusing - the least I could do for her, to make her understand I was on her side. I sure liked her a lot.
But unfortunately I woke up before she could answer me. Only then I really noted the fact that she hadn't been one person but an at least five-fold presence - the group of other visitors sitting on one side, separated from the "group" of her. All her identical, quintuple representations smiled at me as I alone was walking into her midst with my antics. She was wearing a neon-pink shirt with something printed on it - all five of her were wearing that, of course - and it looked much like a summer shirt I have in waking life, printed on it is a skull and in letters shaped like bones the words "LIVE FREE OR DIE".
I think that's what she was wearing, and the statement matches - she actually appeared very much in control of the situation and the others had good reason to be scared, she was very dangerous and they couldn't really confine her.

This dream, although too short, made me feel really good, it came like the answer to my yesterday's frustration about all that white-light bullshit. For here was a person who was living proof that the darkside is also represented and very powerful out there, beautiful, aloof, and absolutely terrifying.