I had a strange dream last night.

Our family had moved to a new town, into a town and house we were not allowed to move out of. It was not permitted. We were not the only occupants in our new home.

My brother and I were only five or six. My mother and my brother left my father and I at home, and when they came back, they saw that my father had been slaughtered by the creature in our home. We all knew it was there, but we did not talk about it, we just left it be. Only glimpses of it as it ran by, a small white creature with an oversized head and oversized eyes, a pale white with brown striping down its back and pointy, hair-filled ears.

But this is not a simple monster story.

Someway, some how, my mother had made an obligation to go to a faire. My brother went with her, but they got a ride with one of my friends, and there were only seats for two. I was only five or six, and I was left with a monster.

At the faire, my mother was crying, but my brother, now fifteen, was silent. Grim, but silent. They were at the faire, and my mom fulfilled her obligations. My friend drove them home, talking about how his thirty thousand dollar car had arrived broken, and the dealership had given him a Volkswagen Jetta to use until it was fixed. He mentioned how great the Jetta was, and how he was going to keep it.

He pulled up to the house, and all three of them stepped out of the car. Nobody entered the house, and my mom was crying again. My brother, now twenty, was still silent. He pulled the shades back (they were on the outside of the sliding glass door), and the house was quiet and still. My mom continued crying as my brother said four words; “He’s dead, you know.”

My mom, still crying, began yelling at my brother. She screamed through tears that he always blamed her, and that she was going to leave him home alone next.

That is when I awoke.

Don't feed the Furby's after midnight.

That is one messed up dream.

That dream just means you need to iron your shirts.

Quote: Originally Posted by NoSlak That dream just means you need to iron your shirts.

I tried that, but plate maille is a b!tch to get on.

Someone in your shanty is a demon. Dreams are dimensional.

Quote: Originally Posted by Slaymate Someone in your shanty is a demon. Dreams are dimensional.

Who the hell lives in a shanty? Unless it's the Slanty Shanty, but that's a story for another forum.

Who the Hell has dreams like that. Why can't they live in a shanty. It's better than a box.

Quote: Originally Posted by Slaymate Who the Hell has dreams like that.

Me, not to mention almost every other person in the world.

Quote: Originally Posted by Slaymate Why can't they live in a shanty.

Because I don't.

Quote: Originally Posted by Slaymate It's better than a box.

Better is subjective.

He's off to a great start...

I have dreams to. Trust me. Most people quit having those types of dreams unless something going on. It could be Apocalyptic.

Did this white demon per-chance look like Fluffy? That's what popped into my head when I read it...

Quote: Originally Posted by Slaymate I have dreams to. Trust me. Most people quit having those types of dreams unless something going on. It could be Apocalyptic.

Or it could harken back to an abused childhood, or I ate too much chinese food. I had a similar dream after reading that Zombie Survival Handbook in one sitting, only it involved zombies and they killed everyone but me because I had read the book.

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Quote: Originally Posted by TheOutcast Did this white demon per-chance look like Fluffy? That's what popped into my head when I read it...

Nope... think more an undernurished Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, but an entirely different color. I'll draw something up shortly.

And maybe the box isn't the kind of box your thinking of. A box can be a lot of things. You asked the question, and it was rather strange. Why should we answer your question so easily. I think the answer to your question is a box and you know whats in it.

You know, I think some horse tranquilizers on a daily basis would help your mental state. lmfao.

I'm thinking more like twice daily...once when you get up, and again when you get up...

you guys think I'm messed up now, wait until I'm done coloring this sketch I scratched out.

Of course I could be wrong. It might be beer and porn. I'm still siding with the box though.

Quote: Originally Posted by DuplexEmotions you guys think I'm messed up now, wait until I'm done coloring this sketch I scratched out.

Oh boy ...scratch and sketched!

Quote: Originally Posted by ZENNZZO Oh boy ...scratch and sketched!

I see all you boys (cough, cough) are seriously disturbed. I bet you would like to see the rest of my avator. I'm now leaning towards the beer and porn. Sweaty men stink, they don't smell pretty.