A man's voice: "Last night, I had this nightmare." The nightmare begins.

A suited man sits at a table with a small ramekin in front of him, filled with an unknown condiment. He grins menacingly at the camera before dipping his fingers into the sauce and then sticking his fingers in his mouth. He chews and chews and chews until each fingernail has been detached and spit out onto the table. The more he chews, the more distressed he becomes. The chewing hurts and the nails don't come off easily. Once every nail has been chewed from his hand, he becomes insatiable and violent. Vile images flash quickly in succession: fingernails in the condiment, fingernails on his tongue, blood smearing his mouth, until finally, he sits in a shadowy corner. He's in shock. When he looks at his hands, there is no flesh or blood remaining. His skeletal hands have been licked clean. He looks at the camera again as a tear falls from his eye.

"And then I woke up," the voice says. The nightmare is over.