I proceeded down the stairs to the basement, when I saw a bag full of Skulls.
I wasn't feeling afraid or vulnerable.
I felt more quirky and a little playfull.
I then started to pick out the teeth of each skull and eat them.

What could this mean?

Death has been on my mind a LOT lately,
I don't know if it's a subconcsious thing or what but this specific dream is unique to me.