Then he gets to his goal, which is a window into an indoor room, set with bars, and behind the bars is some vulnerable girl who's entirely immersed in the tarry gunk, so that it's sort of bulging out between the bars but not actually leaving the cell, in a disgusting parody of surface tension. She's clutching the bars and her face is poking between them, also covered in gunk in the manner of someone being eaten by The Blob. And she takes business guy's hand and whimpers "You'll stay with me, right?" And I think "Oh, it's a metaphor for how drugs imprison you and make your friends wade through ugly crap." At this point I don't quite realize that I'm asleep. I think I'm watching a show or something.
Then my viewpoint switches to the girl's, and the guy's face goes horrible and fangy, and he stares right into my eyes and says "No" in a demonic bass-shifted voice, and I wake up and realize, to my terror, that my legs aren't under the covers and therefore a monster might eat them.
I haven't had a nightmare that vivid or shocking in months.
My brain rules.