I had this dream:
It was a midnight. There was a storm. A lady was standing in an infant’s room. She had looks of terror and dismay on her face. It was clearly the room of her child. Around the room all the furniture was turned over, and articles of clothing and blankets were strewn about.
She looked out the window, through the rain and lightning. The child’s room was not connected to the main house and this was clear to see.
A hooded man was moving through the rain outside, towards the room. He was carrying something. The woman began to fill with apprehension as the man drew closer to the room. Finally the man flung open the door and entered the room. The woman looked at the man with utter terror. He then removed his hood. It was clear that this man was the father of the child, the husband to the woman. A sense of relief was felt.
The package that the man was carrying I can only describe as an out-box tray, with a plastic bag fixed like an A-frame tent covering it. He placed the package on the floor in the middle of the room. He and the woman then moved back, sat on the floor and watched the package.
Smears of blood and dirt could be seen on the inside of the plastic bag tent. The outside was covered in water droplets. The package started making the sounds of a hurt animal. The man and woman were over come by fear as the sounds of the package mixed with the sounds of the storm. The package then began making the noise of a hurt infant also. The man quickly rushed to the package and tore it open.
On the inside of the package there was an infant and a kitten. They were connected by the head, by what I can only describe as a ‘monster brain’.
This was a dream I had.
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