I had this dream last night that felt like a movie, just for the cast of characters, really. Not a whole lot happened in it. But I wanted to describe some of these people before too much time passes (like, another 15 minutes) and I have forgotten them (at the time of writing this, I have just woken up).
It was the early 1950s, and I lived in what appeared to be this small rural area where there were several houses all in a clump, so there were several families right around mine. We lived on a farm, but the house part was right on this little dirt road, and across this road, sort of diagonal to us, lived Liam Neeson (not really him, just, for some reason, played by him), who had a huge family. There were so many kids, I could never quite get an accurate count of them, but not for lack of trying. Liam had a nagging wife, who did in fact love him, but she nagged. I found her pretty annoying, myself. To be fair, she didn’t always nag; she was just nagging at this moment. It was Thanksgiving, you see, and all the families were preparing dinner inside. My family (who pretty much looked and acted exactly like my real family) was inside making ours, and I’d been helping all day, but just stepped outside for a short rest, and I’m on the front porch, just witnessing all this stuff that’s going on.
Liam Neeson’s kids are all running all over the place, chasing a cat, and then this other thing that looked like…well…how to describe this thing….
It had very long hair. So long, that when it was sitting still, its hair fell all about it to make it look like a cat. But when it ran, it looked like some mutant little thing; it still moved like a cat, but then its face looked sort of like a teddy bear, and was cream-colored and not at all cat-like, and the underside of its hair changed into tiger stripes, raccoon stripes, and speckles like a baby deer…it sort of looked like a cross between a meercat and a raccoon, I guess.
Anyway, whatever it was, it was obviously wild, and the real cat was chasing it, and as already stated, the children were chasing the cat. So I was concerned for the children, and I called out, “Hey, kids! Back away from that thing; it’s not a cat and it might be dangerous!”
They all stop and look up at me, and this one girl calls over, “If it’s not a cat, then what is it??”
I called back, “I’m not sure; but I know that it’s not a cat! Just keep your distance!”
I hadn’t noticed that the people whose house was next-door to Liam Neeson’s, right next to ours, had come outside. This pretty crabby-looking couple, he with a beard sort of like the cat’s hair, long and stringy and black, and she just short but overgrown with a face like one of those tubby fat cats. And behind them, their son….
Now, their son was a good-looking guy. It’s that guy Jordan who comes through my line every once in a while and whom I know likes me. In my dream, he liked me, too—it was something I’d apparently known for a while. I think I liked him back in my dream, but I was either playing hard to get, or I was just trying to go about things the proper way and never acknowledged that I even realized he liked me. I don’t know; something like that. He was behind his parents, waving and making gestures that seemed to be apologizing for what they did next.
His dad yelled, “Why are you saying our cat’s not a cat? Just because it’s a little different-looking…. Why don’t you mind your own business; leave us and our cat alone!”
And then they went back into the house, she turning to give me one more angry glare, and slammed the door behind them.
I looked up at Jordan, who had sort of flinched at the banging of the door, and he called over, “Sorry!” And then I heard the woman’s voice from inside, “JORDAN! You’ve got work to do!” He waved and dashed inside.
The kids had chased the cats back toward their house, where Liam Neeson was, at this point, on his front porch, being nagged by his wife about something, so he got up to help her out inside. The kids were all just dancing around, running in and out, and I heard him say, “Go outside!”
I just sort of laughed and went back into my house. I came back out again to do…something…and found Liam Neeson and Jordan on Jordan’s slowly-darkening front porch, just quietly talking, Jordan sipping some sort of drink, Liam smoking a pipe…so I headed over there to ask what they were up to, and Liam said, looking up because he’d just been staring off into space, “Just enjoying the evening, dear, how are you?”
I said I was doing okay, that we were just about to eat, and I was just getting a breath of fresh air, myself. Jordan just sort of…smiled. So I smiled back and said, “How are you tonight, Jordan?”
He said, “Oh, fine, thanks,” and smiled more.
Then my mom came out on our porch and called, “Ginny! Come on back; it’s all ready!”
I looked at the two of them and said, “Gotta go.”
Jordan said, “Okay, enjoy your meal!” perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, and Liam, after taking a puff on the pipe, said, “Yes, happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.”
I said, “Same to both of you,” and went inside, where everyone was there, sitting around the table, and we said grace, and then my mom, dishing potatoes out, said, “You know, I think that Jordan boy across the street may have a certain interest in you.”
I think I blushed and said, “I know, Mom.”
My dad said, “Jordan? He’s a nice kid. Odd parents, though.”
And that was pretty much it. There were a few more houses around…one or two more down past Jordan’s house, and then another one on the other side of ours, across from Liam Neeson’s…but those people never came outside, so I know nothing about them.
I had another dream where I was going to be killed by this giant robed and hooded evil thing of darkness, like a Nazgul or something….
I don’t know whose house I was in; it was supposed to be ours, but looked nothing like ours (I was on the second story, and we don’t have one of those), and this thing had reached out its hand to me and a very low, loud voice came out of it: “There is no escape”, it said; and it was just coming for me, and I remember it being more frightening than anything I had ever seen….
Well, whatever it was, wherever I was, Milo was with me, and the thing was going to get both of us, even though, whatever it was that was going on, I knew it was my fault, that I had called it there, straight out of Hell or wherever it had come from, and I stood up in front of him and yelled at the thing, “NO! Leave him alone; it’s me you want! He hasn’t done anything; let him go!”
Milo refused to leave, but I told him he must go away, that I must truly fear for my life, but that with him there, I only feared for his, and that if he did not go away, he risked not only his life, but also my soul. I assured him that his leaving was my only hope of surviving the night. So he left.
And so I feared. This thing looked at me (I guess; not like I could really see a face) and said, “I will kill you before the night is through. T here is no escape. You will not survive.”
Nothing had ever creeped me out so much just by its presence. Nothing. That’s how scary this thing was.
And then dawn came, and I remember seeing the light through the window and looking at the thing and thinking, “I’m still alive!” and it disappeared.
So I got up and ran outside, and Milo was right at the front door waiting for me.M