In my dream, I was standing in the center of a vast, glassen surface, extending in all four directions as far as the eye could see. I looked down and realized that I was standing, naked, above billions of bodies, encased in the icy infinity below me. As I looked at them, slowly their faces became familiar, and I knew that they were all people known to me, dead beneath my gaze. Movement caught my eye and I looked up: it was Janice, face expressionless, her eyes dull and hollow. I tried to call out to her, to get her attention, but it was no use; then, suddenly, cracks began to run down the surface of her body, and as I watched the shards of her broken form were scattered to the winds.
I had another, later that night, involving a large demon made of string cheese attempting to chase me around a room and kill me. It took quite awhile, but I finally peeled and ate him to death. It was one of the less-terrifying nightmares in my life.