I dreamed that my brother, Bill and I were members of a private detective agency performing rather Lovecraftian investigations. We were attempting to locate an artifact with the ability to grant eternal life. The dream opened just as we had found it, although a great deal of searching had been implied. We delivered it to a priest in a massive, ornate church. After verifying its authenticity, the priest gave us six gold bars as a down payment while he went off to pick up the millions more we were promised. When he returned he gave us the money and we gave him the artifact. He immediately began using it, so we departed.
After a few days, however, we came back to check on him, knowing that artifacts such as this typically had negative side effects. The priest sat in a chair covered to the chin in blankets, and when we stripped them off, his hollow, thin-looking body exposed exactly what the dark magic had been doing to him. Before our eyes, his flesh began to rot and turn blue, and he couldn’t speak because great lumps of dirt were issuing forth from his mouth. I believe it was my brother who seized the artifact from him and put a bullet through his temple.