Eaten Alive

I had such a strange nightmare today. Something about being in a supermarket...don't remember too much about it; just a strange feeling of uneasiness permeating the air. I had to spend a deal of time finding a rifle and assembling it for some reason...I was with a group of people in what seemed like an abandoned mansion.


(I forget a lot of what happened but I remember something about children controlling everything in this world).


All of a sudden, we're in a room and one of my comrades is literally being eaten alive by some one before my very eyes. It was pretty gruesome and everyone is just sitting around with rifles in their hands and not doing anything, in a complete daze. I'm frantically trying to assemble my rifle together so that I can shoot the man/creature devouring my friend but I can't get my shit together in time to save him. So he's been completely consumed now and in his place is blood and saliva on the floor; pretty fucking extreme. So I walk around the gunk, casually stating that I'm just gonna go to the bathroom (to cry); surely this is the end.


So I go into the bathroom and there is a couple in there taking their daughter to pee so I wait for them to be done so I can go in. I enter the stall and all of a sudden the whole bathroom is filled with an immense amount of foot traffic, like people are just passing through like it's a sidewalk or something. As I'm peeing, someone comes out of the wall, right in front of me and steps down the toilet: it's the guy that had just been eaten alive (but he's someone else now and wearing a green flannel shirt). I'm done peeing and another friend is with me and we're talking to this guy, laughing about something. We say our goodbyes and he blends in with the rest of the crowd passing through. Me and my friend start to walk out and pass by my ex-boss, John (who's actually dead in real life), smile at each other, walk past him and join the crowd, walking out.

Arnold Böcklin, The Isle of the Dead (1880)