Dream sequence: Number One

The begining of the dream is hazy and unfocused. I can't recall it. My awarness begins to come in towards the end:

I'm in an apartment complex. Outside the door behind me is a man that brought me here. I'm standing in an apartment. There is a tall slender african american woman standing in the middle of the room. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, she is wearing a skirt and and a t-shirt. Her breasts are very large for her frame, too large even. There is a man tied to a chair, his mouth is taped shut and his eyes are crusty from dry sweat and tears. He looks dirty and disheveled.

She asks If i'm ready to begin and then swings a large knife downwards and severs the mans hand. He screams in pain under the tape and I am shocked. I hear something behind me and turn. there is a tentacle crawling toward me on the floor. I kick at it and it rears back like a snake. I hear another scream and turn to see the woman slowly sawing the mans arm off at the shoulder with her knife. I see his flesh seperating as blood pours out of the wound. I turn again and see the tentacle is now several and they are as large as a dog. It lunges on me and knocks me to the floor. I roll over it and pin it to the ground, holding as many apendages as I can down. I look up to see the man barely concious, his eyes unfocused. The woman stabs her knife straight down, it pass through his thigh and thunks into the wooded chair. He screams again throwing his head back.

The creature below me grows to the size of a man. It has a thousand appendages and is formless. I begin to tear pieces of it off. throwing them aside. It fights back whiping me, leaving cut marks all across my back. My shirt falls off from being cut in so many places from the whipping tentacles. I begin to tear at the mass in a rage, pulling loose large chunks of flesh and things. Finally I stand above it panting. It is a pile of twitching tentacles but is no longer alive. I turn to the woman and she smiles and nods, then she leaves. I check on the man, he is dead. I walk out the door and the man who brought me here is sleeping against the wall next to the door. I kick his foot and tell him it's time to go. He scrambles up and asked if I beat it. I tell him I did and he says "Well hot dog, I knew you could do it kid. Let's get out of here and get something to eat."