This particular dream took place in a small, yellow-colored bathroom (mostly because of the lighting). I remember that I wasn't me, and the person on the other side of the shower curtain was a close friend. No one was allowed to be alone in any room at any time, because the fear that we'd be taken was always at the forefront of our minds. We had learned to live with the invisible entities that could take us away -- sometimes in pieces, sometimes all at once -- at any moment.
I remember that we were holding hands around the shower curtain, because I was afraid. We talked quietly, knowing that there hadn't been an incident in at least a few weeks. But he stopped responding and I heard his phone clatter against the ground. When I went to peek around the curtain, everything up from his elbow was gone. All that was left was his disembodied arm, his hand still holding mine, and his phone.