Okay so in Iceland the sun doesn't set this time of year and it's really hard to get any sleep.
Sun I am disappoint.
Anyways after several days of this I had this dream.
It all started with what looked like some sort of disease but clearly had no biological basis. Whatever was distorted and twisted people, not just their bodies but their minds and spirits. Arms like tree branches, twisted deformed faces, unnaturally colored skin. It was later declared to be some sort of radiation rather than a disease, but whatever it was it spread out and consumed the entire world. Nothing was ever a constant, nothing was ever precise or always the same. Machines might function well one minute, and be broken down the next without precision and consistency modern technology could not exist in the world was thrown back into the dark ages. But in these dark ages people were far less human but not everyone had been misshapen for the worst, some people acquired power through this change, many through fire and lightning, while others wielded blades. I had a talent for changing the shape of things, so I stretched out my fingers and spread a membrane between them so I could have wings like a bat. Many other people took on strange shapes as well but some remain generally human.
While trying to cross over a lake I was attacked by a trio of three girls whose bodies had remained unchanged but there mines had been corrupted by their own vanity. They sought to destroy all that was hideous and misshapen (in this case me). I threw lightning down at them but they seemed completely unaffected, so I use my shape shifting abilities to twist their physical bodies into something hideous. And so they destroyed themselves.
After this point the dream I was pretty much just a spectator, I didn't have any interaction with the dream. Anyways there were two brothers the younger of the brothers did not adapt well to the change in his own misshapen body, and was dying. The older brother tried to help but was unable to make any difference in the situation. As the younger brother faded away as body dissolve but his soul remained intact, but it was severely distorted. He manifested himself as a ghostly red mask, a very powerful entity that could distort the physical world in more than just three dimensions. Out of thin air he built a pandimensional hallway filled with fog and dim lights, the walls were made of pipes and machinery, as well as flesh. He opened up gateways to this place all over the city promising people that he would lead them back to the way the world used to be.
They were all enslaved inside a giant factory of some sort. Those who remain created resistance force, led by the older brother, in an attempt to overthrow the red mask. But the red mask also had many minions, such as a suit of armor filled only with the dark smoke, and strange men in frayed black suits. But most important of all was the guardian of hearts. At the center of the labyrinth of machines and flesh there were the red masks five hearts guarded by some sort of female spirit. Only her hands and face were visible she didn't really have legs, the rest of her body was mostly flowing bits of black fabric. She carried two swords and could spit fire from her mouth but she could not leave the chamber with hearts and only materialize when they were under attack. After four of the five hearts were destroyed her skin and flesh burned away leaving her as a charred skeleton, she would then take the last part and pull it into her own body and attempt to escape crawling across the ceiling.
And that's all I remember