Had a messed up dream. I was trapped on a quarantined island filled with dinosaurs, and lovecraftian horrors. I, and a group of survivors, holed up in a old apparent building, after escaping the woods. Everything was ok until we were attacked and had to flee, and everyone died. Just kept “reliving” but I retained all information about the previous encounters. I remember I had a mini gun at one point, so that was cool.