I had a dream about Iron Maidens. There were three, identical standing with me in a rectangular metal room with recessed lighting and an unreachable door double my height above me. They would turn their head to observe me, but otherwise just repeated more or less their idle animation from the game.
They were less bloody and had more 'normal' faces compared to how they look in-game. Many of their metal plates are removeable by first pressing in two or more thumb-width mechanisms that feel like they're on springs before sliding the whole thing outwards. Stuff on the rocket arm and legs are bolted on however.
They smell like a mix of grass dew, and that weird scent you get inside your nose with a sinus infection. It's oddly pleasant despite how the latter part sounds.
Their breasts and buttocks feel like actual jello, but firm up significantly for a bit after squeezing. They have unopening yet weirdly expanding lips for nipples that suckle at anything touching them. These are not particularly human lips however, and the lower half is basically split in half with a crease in the middle.
A reservoir of non-Newtonian fluid exists in their crotch crevice - which isn't me trying to make it sound funny because it is completely featureless. This fluid inexplicably allows entry of my left arm but becomes completely solid for anything else. The inside is not only empty, but seemly endless with me being able to get elbow deep, turn my forearm 90 degrees, and not touch (let alone exit) the front of the torso.
This was horrifying to say the least, so I spent the rest of the dream getting freaky with the upper halves of these ladies, who didn't have much of a reaction. Unfortunately I was strangely less immense than usual in this dreamland, so I don't blame them.
Suddenly the one furthest from me exploded into what can only be described as raspberry jam. The one I was having fun with at the time (I named her Miss Titties) looked at me and screamed.
Then I woke up. : (