Dragonette
Lurker

I was a passive spectator in what seemed like a slasher film scenario. There was a group of people and most of them were killed off-screen by unidentified villains. A girl was attacked by what my dream-conscious suggested was somewhere between Pinhead and Hannibal Lecter (but I can't remember him/it, so no clue why), but she survived, with deep slashing wounds to her cheeks. There was also a guy (protagonist?) being chased through a sewer by a huge psycho murderer, look-wise kind of between Killer Croc and (comic) Bane. He finally caught the guy, predicted him as his "heir in murder" and proceeded to slowly, almost tenderly, tear both his arms off at the shoulders (how's he supposed to kill people with no arms?!). The protagonist took it like a man (I felt it as a moderate amount of dream-pain, for some reason) and was then left alone. He did not bleed like a pig. Did not die. Completely unbothered, he left the sewer and the building where all this was taking place, to find his only fellow survivor, the girl, all panicked and stuff. He calmed her down ("Hey, at least you have both your arms") and they quickly took a liking to one another. Turns out the dude developed a kind of astral arms that were completely functional as long as he kept his eyes closed. And so they walked together though some marsh, at night, until they reached a small roadside cafe with a lot of truckers inside who were all grumbly at them. They had to get something to eat. My dream-self was outraged that florentine chicken pasta salad was £10 for a big bowl, I could easily prepare one myself for under £5, after all...
THE END!