The last dream I had this past night was of a pair of women who were killed, at least to my knowledge, and turned into large wooden plates that were painted to look like them. The older one was the mother of the younger, and she had her face painted as skin tone. The daughter's face, however, was painted a dark red with no distinguishable features. This dream played like a bad movie trailer, but it still spooked me. Over time the wood rotted and gave way to seeing under only the face, to which myself and another person dug our hands into the mother's face piece and found a fleshy red mass of muscle with two eyes that stared up at us. We tugged from the top down and the muscle came down, but the eyes stayed, and as we pulled down further more face was revealed, until the flesh stopped under the nose, turning that red mass of meat into a weird grinning face. There was a cut and we were then opening the daughter's face, but this time "Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows," was playing, or I was singing it. I held the woman in my lap as I made her open up the daughter's face, finding that her eyes were not opened, and just like on the wood, it was all red underneath, but we tugged the meat upward and it revealed her tiny head a bit more sunken in, and now she had opened her eyes to look at us. Then I woke up.