My latest dream:

It was the late '80s-to-very early '90s. A trio of young boys – the youngest no older than 9, the oldest no older than 12 – were luring/rounding up the other neighbourhood kids to their basement, where they would torture/murder them. The three boys, not being normal human boys, had bewitched the adults into inaction. This left the neighbourhood kids up to their own devices. In time, a large group of kids attacked the trio. Cornering the three in their own basement, the neighbourhood kids mutilated them – dismembering and disemboweling them – before tossing their still-living bodies onto a funeral pyre. As it turns out, the three boys weren’t really as young as they seemed. They had been warlocks, hundreds of years old, who had kept themselves young and alive through sorcery. As their bodies burned, the magic which had sustained them was nullified; their entrails and hacked off limbs rapidly aged and decayed into nothing as the centuries caught up with them.

The dream ended with a non sequitur. A wooden bench which had some nebulous connection with the trio morphed into a pseudo-werewolf. Then a real werewolf showed up, forced the pseudo-werewolf into a corner, and tried to entice it with a cookie into performing a backflip. When the pseudo-werewolf refused to perform the trick, the werewolf tore it to pieces.