Fish Market

My eyes were partially open, I was bleeding, and hooks were on my back; I was hanging, terrified and in pain; there were many human corpses and half-dead people heaped up; some type of aliens that appeared weird, stared at us, bartered, touched the flesh, and moved in the lane.

I realized our carcasses and flesh were for sale, and we humans were being bought and consumed by more powerful and intelligent aliens. Suddenly, something pierced my thighs, and I gasped and opened my eyes wide, realizing it was a dream. It was my wife driving the car, and she pinched my thighs and said, "We've arrived at the fish market," so let's get down and get some fish."