I dreamt yesterday of a cross shaped hallway, not very large, extending 3 or 4 meters from the intersection in each direction. There is no ceiling, a thin tarp covers the top of the structure and shudders gently in the wind. Three of the four sections terminate abruptly, their ends also covered by tarp. The fourth section has a wooden door at the end, matching the wood paneled walls. Plenty of light bleeds in through the tarps, though the sun is low on the horizon.

the floor cannot be seen, as it is coated in several inches of gore. Broken bones jut out of the mixture of blood and muscle and organ. 5 men are in the hallway, all dressed in business suits, their faces hidden by capirote. A rattlesnake is also present in the hall, slithering gracefully across the surface of the viscera.

The door opens outward on it's own, and gore rushes into the new space. the men walk through the door one by one into a hospital room, completely barren save for a hospital bed and an IV drip. The bed's occupant is a shriveled old man with no hair, eyes, or teeth. The rattlesnake enters last, now moving aggressively. It quickly winds up the foot of the bed and lunges straight for the old man's throat...

...and the dream came to an end as I shot awake, heart pumping.