I was in a castle with a bunch of people. Every so often, somebody would be missing. Invariably, he/she would turn up dead. We couldn't escape from the castle and everybody was getting paranoid because it was obvious that one of us was the killer.

There was one person, a friend, in the group that I could trust who was definitely not the killer. We searched the castle for clues about who the killer was. Eventually we found the castle library. It was a tiny room that reminds me of my grandfather's workshop in the basement of his old house. The walls were stacked from floor to ceiling with scrolls and musty books which were yellowed with age.

We started reading through some books. I had found a diary from an alchemist, now centuries dead, who said that the castle was inhabited by spirits of the evil dead. The dead would feed on the life essence of the living. The reason why the spirits were so dangerous is that they could assume the form of a human and in that form, they were indistinguishable from a real living human. At that point, my friend started hypothesizing about which one of us could be the evil dead. We continued to read the diary: the alchemist described the way to kill the spirits. A potion had to be brewed that was similar to a human soul, but was poison to the spirits. When the potion was released from its container, the dead would attempt to feed on it, thinking that it was a human soul, but would be permanently destroyed by the potion. He said the timing had to be just right for the potion to work, otherwise all would be lost. The last entry into the journal described the location of the evil dead's lair and how he was about to descend into the lair of the dead and release the potion. The rest of the diary was blank.

My friend and I took the diary to the alchemist's room, which we found in the dungeon. Following the steps outlined by the alchemist, we brewed the potion and took it to the part of the dungeon which was supposed to be the lair of the dead. For some reason, everybody from our group was there. I felt a slight wind, and my friend called out to me to take the stopper out of the potion. The second I took the cork out, smoke started to pour forth from the test tube and filled the entire cavern with a flourescent red and blue smoke, perhaps 3 to 4 feet high. Time began to move very slowly and everyone started to move in slow motion. Lights began flashing and a noise began to echo back and forth off the walls of the cavern. People started to scream. I looked around, and some of the humans began to take on a different form. The began to become huge sides of bloodied slaughtered cattle hanging from rusted but sharp HUGE butcher's hooks. Blood and other fluids began to drop off the carcasses as they screamed an unearthly sound. I recognized the slaughtered cattle to be the natural form of the evil dead, and I also knew that the potion was successfully killing them.

One of the carcasses started swinging towards me---not quite fully dead and full of rage because I had destroyed his host. I woke before he reached me.