I dreamed with my older brother. He was standing in the middle of the our street in his butcher's uniform, just like back in the day when he used to cut meat. He told me he knew I was angry, very angry. So he wanted to help me calm down.

He told me to take a walk with him in the village. It was night and unsually dark, we only had the light of the moon to guide us but even then I could tell our village was changed. The houses were replaced with checkered grey and white walls, making the village seem like a labyrinth.
As we walked blood started to come out of the walls, forming strange shapes at first but forming eyes shortly after. The blood-painted eyes on the walls moved and followed us as we passed by, some would cry tears of blood which would turn into words, phrases, poems, tho sadly I can't remember any of them.
The more we walked, the bloodier and darker the labyrinth would become, until eventually the blood started to reach our knees.

You'd think something like this would feel horrifying, but it didn't, I felt calm, very calm. I couldn't feel any sort of fear or discomfort. Even when towering shadow creatures started to stare at us from the corners and started to follow us, I couldn't bring myself to feel the least intimidated.

Strange dream, I want to try to draw it.