Beneath The Surface

    In the last light of day, I'm at my father's house. It's old and dark. I have a simple job: carry a bag of garbage to the kitchen. The shadows grow long and I feel scared, like a kid alone in the night. I see a ghost - a lady wearing an old-fashioned bonnet, drifting by the kitchen.

    I rush outside, spilling my fears to my dad. He steps inside and climbs the creaky staircase. I follow, my eyes adjusting to the dim interior, and there she is again, the ghostly lady, halfway up the stairs. My dad is at the top. I'm stuck at the bottom.

    Then, something strange. The ghost comes down the stairs and plants a deep, hard kiss on my lips. It leaves me shaken.

    Later, we swim in the nearby lake. The house ghosts, supposedly wiped out by my dad, are nowhere to be seen. But as we swim, something pulls him under. The ghosts are back, angry and looking for revenge. He's struggling, crying out for help.

    "I didn't mean for you to kill him!" I shout at the ghosts, but they don't listen. His last scream echoes as he's dragged under for the last time. The lake, still and silent, becomes his grave. Revenge, it seems, is served cold and deep.

I wake up.

Bigfoot Carnage

Dream 5/7/17

In Russia, my family is hunting Bigfoot.

We stay in a humble place, not nice but comfortable. An American man comes to my window. I let him in through the side door. He needs to speak to my dad. I think this man is the leader of a Bigfoot hunting team in which my family has joined.

We walk about town in silence. There is light snow covering the ground and streets. Nobody but our team is out in town. I assume it is late and most people are asleep.

We find a Bigfoot. It is unclear whether or not we catch or kill it. Walking down the street, I see that some members of the team have caught a baby Bigfoot. He is cute and tries hard to run away. His cries attract his angry mother. She crashes the party. I run but behind me I see and hear the members of our team being ripped apart. Dream ends.

I wake up.