Dream 1:

I was alone in a house and wanted to leave, but the only way to do so was to skin people alive because the walls were lined with melded together human flesh and the wall-flesh people were talking to each other so I knew they weren't dead. I did end up peeling the flesh off and it didn't seem to cause any pain and sounded like paper. Maybe it was just sentient human flesh wallpaper? Who knows. I went outside and everything was very dark and it looked almost like the Upside Down from Stranger Things. The floor was really squishy, black and felt like oil. There weren't any buildings or people around, everything was just this foggy darkness with the squishy, oily black floor. It started to rain really sharp, black icicles and one stabbed me in the eye. I didn't feel pain but everything in the dream was blurry after that. I saw myself wandering around too. I just knew it was me even though I couldn't quite make it out. That's when I found out that I wasn't me. I also could stick my hand right through my head where my eye was supposed to be. That's when another person/thing(I couldn't tell, it was blurry) approached me and started stabbing me over and over. It did hurt a bit, but my vision cleared up after a couple of stabs. I woke up.

Dream 2: I wasn't in it and I was just watching things unfold like a movie. It started with a car driving down a foggy, country lane. There was a fence lining the road. The car stopped at an old, vaguely english looking cottage and a boy got out with his parents. Bear in mind that the car was modern but pretty much everyone/everything else looked like it was from the 1800s. The parents dropped him off at the cottage where his uncle lived. The boy and his uncle were sitting by a fire and the boy asked the uncle why he "guards it." Suddenly, it was night and I was looking at the backyard where there was a little mound of dirt that I somehow knew was covering a hole. The boy then walked outside and dug into the dirt patch and pulled out a little box. I was looking in his room and he was whispering to a wooden doll and the box was open on the other side of the room. I couldn't make out what he was saying. Then, the boy was asleep and the uncle walked and took the doll. The boy wasn't really sleeping though, because when the uncle took the doll his eyes were wide open. The boy went downstairs, took a knife, and went back upstairs into his uncle's room. The uncle immediately sort of melted into the floor and this big, black hole just tore its way out of his body. His eyes were also a part of the floor now and he had no head. The boy reached into the hole, pulled out the doll, and ran outside into the woods. This is when I woke up.