Trick, Treat, and Twilight

     Dusk sits heavy over Sandoval, Illinois. Halloween quiet runs through the streets. I walk half-asleep, breath mixing with the cold air. My aunt and uncle’s house stands nearby, dark against the sky.

My nieces and nephews move ahead with their bags open. Their laughter carries. No other kids are out. The streets stay empty.

I follow a few steps behind. The cold presses in. Their voices are the only sound.

A figure steps out of the shadows and blocks the way home. Nothing about the shape looks wrong, yet the night turns. The figure does not move aside.

I stop. The kids stop with me.

Under a streetlight I look at Anna. Hollows mark her leg. I lean closer and see straight through them. The street stays quiet around us.

We turn back toward the house. The figure remains where it stood. Inside, the rooms are warm. The hollows stay with me after the door closes.

I wake up

Miscellaneous #4

Dream 12.21.2017

I'm in my cousin's bedroom in Sandoval, Illinois. Two girls are with me. I am watching internet videos. The girls warn me not to watch a certain video. It shows a lady turning into a bunny. Her face becomes so grotesque. So deformed. It is haunting. I watch it and become terrified.

I'm in a race. Sort of like Mario Kart. My friend Adam and I find a shortcut in the track. In the shortcut, we find treasure. I don't think we win the race.

I sought counsel from a life coach when I was in the 6th grade. I had a kidney transplant at that time. The 6th grade comes after 5th. That was a long time ago. Longer than I had thought.

I am in another race. I am driving a car that looks like Doc Brown from Back To The Future. My car has the ability to fly. The track is not clear cut. I have trouble figuring out where to go. I definitely don't win this race.

My friend's mom is the coach of the soccer team. She asks me to retrieve a soccer ball that got stuck in the net. The net is 20 - 30 feet high. The ball is stuck at the very top. Piece of cake. I start to climb but as I get higher, I become scared. I don't retrieve the ball. I ponder buying a new soccer ball for the team since I wimped out.

I am walking through my home. It is dark. It is night. I am alone. I look over toward the kitchen. On the microwave is a book about Resurrection Mary, the ghost that is seen around the city of Chicago. I become terrified just knowing that the book is in my house. I try to not think about it. I walk into the kitchen looking for a half-eaten bag of Chex Mix. I find it on top of the microwave, next to the book. Dream ends.

I wake up

Haunted Basement

Nightmare 10/9/2015

We are at my cousins house in Sandoval, Illinois. Halloween is in the air.

     All of us are hanging out in the living room watching Television. My high school math teacher and his wife are sitting on the couch. My sister can't find the remote control so she decides to check in the basement which is incredibly haunted, to the point of poltergeist. I go with her. As we walk down the basement stairs I continually commands any demons living here to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. The basement is surprisingly nice. It's finished. There is a nice sectional with a TV and refrigerator. No luck on finding the remote, so we head upstairs. Every stair that I step on cracks in half. I make it to the landing. My sister is behind me. I don't know how she will make it to the top without the whole staircase collapsing. She makes it.

     The front door is open. I see a black mist in the doorway. I command the demons to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. I walk to the door and put my hand in the mist. I bring it back. Only cobwebs. Dream ends.

I wake up

Apple

Dream 10/14/2014

     I'm in Sandoval, Illinois visiting my cousin, aunt and uncle. My cousin and I are playing video games in the room that he spent much of his childhood in. He has a different bedroom now. 

     It's late at night. I go into the kitchen to get some food. I find my aunt. She's standing by an open trashcan, zombie-like, peeling an apple with a knife. I guess the trashcan is for the bruised pieces. She doesn't look at me but every once in a while hands me a piece. My hunger fades. Dream ends

I wake up