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Place withheld · 2013-02-23 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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I am with my father, and we are driving to his new house that he recently bought. Although it is in the middle of the day, there is absolutely no one else to be seen. I keep on thinking in my head "Maybe I can stay here when my father is at his other house", and this makes me very excited. We arrive and it is a very standard house. We both go inside and once again, very standard. My father goes into another room, and I start examining his pad. As I am going through the rooms, I trip over a pile of books laying on the floor. My father is agitated and tells me off. As I am putting the books back together, I look through them and find that they are about monsters. Not scary or hideous monsters, but the very strange and actually kind of funny kind, like you would see in <PERSON>. One of the monsters was called a "Side-Mouther", and all it was, was a pair of ordinary looking teeth with electric probes sticking out on either side. We are sitting down in the living, when suddenly I start to hear strange noises that my father is completely oblivious to. At first I thought of it as nothing, but then I ask him: "Are we being robbed?". We look out on the driveway and we see a white van pull away with two cocky men inside. Another car is set to follow and infuriated, my father yells profanities to the driver. The driver who is angered by this, starts approaching the front door with a machete. My little sister appears out of nowhere, and I tell her: "Quick, hide!". My father quickly picks up a hammer, and starts hitting the door in an attempt to scare the yob away. This makes the yob even angrier, and he starts hacking away at the door with his machete. The hits are very accurate and nearly hit my father. I am able to block some of his attacks, but one lands squarely on the head of my father. End of dream.

 

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