I was a little younger, and had just started working on a restaurant. Unfortunately for me, I only found out the restaurant was run by a group of criminals when I was already working there. So, if I told anyone or tried to escape, they'd kill me! So while it was a little scary, I kept working on the place. At some point, they started to send in some men. They had done... something to them. Those men had captured and some substance or technique was applied on them. Their heads had become hollowed. They would walk around like zombies, but still talk and repond. Some were more transformed than the others. The "new" ones look human, but their heads were slightly spongy. The ones who had undergone most of the transformation had clearly hollow heads. The skin and bone would just circle around in a vague shape of a head, looking like strange tree barks. The brain, inside, would be visible, shriveled to the size of a fist, and yellow, all porous and fragile.

I was supposed to behead those "zombies". Their bodies would be disposed, but the head would be used for something I didn't know at the time. I kind of felt bad, not really for the blood or for killing (as, in a way, they were already dead), but for being forced to do those things. I had this big hunting knife and, under the supervision of some of the mobsters, I'd slash at their necks and cut the heads off. The most transformed would snap off easily, with one of two slashes. The human ones were harder, and would take more slashes, several times with position changes for me to get the head off. They'd just stand and stare blankly as I chopped their heads off. This repeated for some time. At some point the dream changed and I saw several scenes of me with my family. Everyone was happy and proud of me getting a job. My brother was especially supportive. Of course, I couldn't tell them the truth, so I just went along with it.

On the next day, my brother drove me there, and I realize the shop was really close to a big highway, that looked like something from American movies. I was to take care of a shop in the bottom floor today. To get to it you had to walk through a restaurant, that had a huge glass entrance showing the highway. I even remember at some point my brother calling me, pretending he was a customer just so I could help him. I was taking care of the shop, which was quite empty, when I met this man and a girl. Both were really nice people who were, apparently, working under the same circumstances as me. I don't remember much about the girl, other than she having brown curly hair. The man looked a lot like Jody, from Preacher (http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/12866/86858-108709-jo...), but was really warm and friendly, acting like a father to the girl. We are all talking, when two boys with leather jackets and looking like they had just got out of an 80's movie show up.

They worked for the mob, so they begin to verbally abuse the man, and it gets confusing, but I end up helping the guy, even blocking their way with an arcade cabinet (?) when they try to spit on him. Eventually they leave, as well as the girl and the older man. I walk up to the restaurant, which was completely empty by now and notice a tray on the counter. I look up at it and see what look like small round yellow snacks made of some kind of flaky bread, with something in the middle that seemed some kind of nut. I quickly realize what those are - they are the dried up brains from the beheaded victims! They were used as snacks to be eaten along with the drinks... Crazy.