I am at my aunt and uncle's house, standing in the back yard at night, when I start to hear screaming. Someone screaming for help. It stops before I can get a better look, so I go in and go downstairs to tell my mom that if we hear it again, I'm calling 911. She's in the back room, talking to my aunt. They're talking about me being pregnant, being a new mom. I happily speak with them, but then it hits me suddenly: what am I going to do with a baby? I'm not ready to be a mom. I have to whisper the question to my mom before I explode, but she doesn't give me any answers. Anyways, it's a little late to do anything now. I leave them to get some air, and find my baby sitting on the plastic box that is next to their house. She is left out in the cold, which upsets me deeply. Who would leave her out here? Is there a reason they would do this? Did I accidentally do this and not realize it? Regardless I brush my fingers over her face, the only part of her not swaddled in a cocoon of a deep pink blanket. She says, "Mama?" and I am shocked to hear her say it. Her first word, so soon? I say back, "Yes, sweety, it's Mama, I'm here." Then she says, "Dada?" I feel my eyes tear up as I continue to gently stroke her chubby cheek, her eyes still closed. "You'll see him soon, I promise," I say to her, though it feels like a lie. I pick her up, and she's able to sit up on her own. My mom comes out, and I show her what my daughter can do; I ask if it's normal for her to be doing these things so early. Again, she doesn't give me any real answers, so I pick up my baby in my arms and walk toward the back door. I have this strange costume wrapped around my back, the back of my arms, and the back of my legs. It's like a robotic, cardboard, half-suite. It's much to tall to be a realistic person, but I call it my boyfriend. I walk in, and see my uncle sitting at the table. I say something that reminds him of an Ace Ventura movie, and he is surprised to hear that I have watched the movies, despite the hunting in them. He goes on to tell me that I reminded him of the cat scene.
I see it before my eyes, a cat chasing something or being dragged by a cord as it goes around the outside of a building, through gutters, into air ducks, before finally being caught by Dean Winchester I think.
I end up outside again, with mom and my aunt and baby-less now, and hear the screams again. This time I waist no time getting to the back fence and looking up over it, in the directions of the screams. I see it: the screams are coming from a little boy on a balcony of sorts. He screams for help. Below him is another balcony, with a girl it looks like, and below and to the right of her balcony is an ugly monster digging a hole in front of the front door. The balconies and door lead to one of the many houses lined up where the bleachers for the football field should be. The monster-man, he's bald with no eyeballs just sunken in dark sockets. His mouth is all screwed up as well. His skin is pail and despite looking frail, he is incredibly strong. Shovel full after shovel full he tosses dirt from this hole that was once covered with a big blue tarp. It's like, he's digging a grave. I go back to my mom and tell her to call 911 immediately. I end up going to the front of their house, down the block, around, and walking down the ally between the houses and the bleacher houses. I'm looking for the boy's balcony. I see the boarded up bleacher place where I saw the kids and monster, but they're not there anymore. My aunt and mom follow me up the steps, and then we hear the screaming again. I rush up, first to the boy on the balcony. Oddly, it doesn't look like he's forced to be here at all: no locked doors, no boarded up entrances to his balcony, he just stands there. I ask what's wrong, and he says that he needs help sitting in his imaginary arm chair. My mom and now instead of my aunt Sam Winchester take his hands and help him "sit". I feel like I was just sent on a wild goose chase. Once he's done sitting, he asks if we can stay. I tell him gently that we have to go, that we have a lot of work to do. By work, I mean helping other people, but I don't specifically say that. He sadly agrees, we give him hugs, and then we start to leave. I feel accomplished, strangely, like we helped him, and I'm excited to help someone else. As we walk away, I remember hearing the song Lullaby by One Republic play. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of September 3rd, 2013
Real-life characters: Mom, aunt, uncle, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, "Ace".
Dream-created characters: Trapped boy, trapped girl, monster man (though he looked like a siren from Supernatural), baby.
Real-life places: Bleachers, aunt's house, aunt's back yard, around their block.
Dream-created places: Bleacher houses, balconies.
Different than real life: I am most certainly not pregnant and I do not have a child, I do not plan to have a child anywhere in the near future, the bleachers to the football field are not right behind their house, the bleachers do not have houses or balconies, Ace Ventura does not have a scene with a dragging cat.
Reasons:
Baby - I remember seeing something on the news about positive pregnancy tests, and it got me thinking about my cousin who recently had a little girl.
Sam and Dean - I've been watching an unhealthy amount of Supernatural lately.
Screaming - Not to long ago, my mom heard someone scream near our house. We never figured out what the heck it was.
Helping people - I've lately been going through this phase where I want to help people, like I want to have purpose.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
Reoccurring: No.
