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I don't remember the lead up to this point in the dream, as it's overshadowed by this nonsense.

So my back up super visor is a mid 20's dude with like a shaggy bowl cut.

Someone we were in some sort of hotel, and he was leading me to the basement. As we descended the stairs it was from swanky to dark, dingy with scrap wood covering holes in the walls. Along the way he was revealing more about some scheme he was orchestrating revolving around some chick I was looking for named Tabatha (I've never known someone by that name).

He basically told me that him and his weird cult planned on eating her. And was trying to persuade me to join them. This obviously made me a little uncomfortable and I was making excuses and generally trying to get the fuck away.

We finally made it to the bottom floor and there was just two things in this cold concrete basement. A couch and a weird metal sculpture thing. On the couch was 3 corpses covered in copious amounts of blood. One of them being Tabatha with quite a bit of her skin removed. I don't recall if she was still alive.

My boss than excitedly started to show off the metal sculpture which turned out to be a home made Brazen Bull they planned on roasting her in the thing. It somehow had some sort of blood drainage system, as they planned to basically bathe in it.

Around this time two of his cronies came and flopped down on the couch, they started to slather themselves in blood from the three corpses and enjoy themselves.

He was really trying to persuade me to join them, talking about how there will be dozens of people attending the feast and shit. I remarked about how one young women wouldn't be enough meat to feed dozens of people. He replied I was right and gave a signal.

That's when the two other fucking corpses on the couch sprang to life and stabbed the shit out of the henchmen guys. They were playing possum and waiting. So they were these Carrie looking chicks just smothered in blood stabbing the fuck out of these dudes while my boss just watched on and laughed.

That's when I woke up and needed a fucking cigarette. Couldn't fall back asleep after that either. Some serious fucked up rob zombie level shit.

I don't remember the lead up to this point in the dream, as it's overshadowed by this nonsense. So my back up super visor is a mid 20's dude with like a shaggy bowl cut. Someone we were in some sort of hotel, and he was leading me to the basement. As we descended the stairs it was from swanky to dark, dingy with scrap wood covering holes in the walls. Along the way he was revealing more about some scheme he was orchestrating revolving around some chick I was looking for named Tabatha (I've never known someone by that name). He basically told me that him and his weird cult planned on eating her. And was trying to persuade me to join them. This obviously made me a little uncomfortable and I was making excuses and generally trying to get the fuck away. We finally made it to the bottom floor and there was just two things in this cold concrete basement. A couch and a weird metal sculpture thing. On the couch was 3 corpses covered in copious amounts of blood. One of them being Tabatha with quite a bit of her skin removed. I don't recall if she was still alive. My boss than excitedly started to show off the metal sculpture which turned out to be a home made [Brazen Bull](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazen_bull) they planned on roasting her in the thing. It somehow had some sort of blood drainage system, as they planned to basically bathe in it. Around this time two of his cronies came and flopped down on the couch, they started to slather themselves in blood from the three corpses and enjoy themselves. He was really trying to persuade me to join them, talking about how there will be dozens of people attending the feast and shit. I remarked about how one young women wouldn't be enough meat to feed dozens of people. He replied I was right and gave a signal. That's when the two other fucking corpses on the couch sprang to life and stabbed the shit out of the henchmen guys. They were playing possum and waiting. So they were these Carrie looking chicks just smothered in blood stabbing the fuck out of these dudes while my boss just watched on and laughed. That's when I woke up and needed a fucking cigarette. Couldn't fall back asleep after that either. Some serious fucked up rob zombie level shit.

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my dreams can be pretty scary but i don't think i've ever had one quite like that, real horrorshow.