03.13.06 - 12:22 pm

this was one of the most vivid and complete dreams ive had, sometme around december 30th. like a feature film, complete with hollywood actors playing roles of the characters involved.

sam neil played the father.
i played ashton, between 7 and 9 years old.
the mother character was unknown.
and the older brother was unknown, age 9 to 11.

the dream starts with the death of the older brother. hes not that much older than myself at the time. the death is unexplained but the families grief is felt. there was a heartwarming scene in which the remaining members of the family are at an airport, transporting the casket through the terminals. they are tired. hungry. they all seat themselves at some little fast food restaurant to eat, but the mother is visibly upset. there is only three people seated together, when there should be four. the casket resides somewhere offscreen, but not with them. as tact would have it, you dont tote around a casket to a meal at an airport. however, sam neil, not one to put others before himself, moves the casket from somewhere else and pulls it along side their table while they eat. a warm glow of grief stricken appreciation fills the mothers eyes. now there are four people eating together, how its supposed to be. the other customers look stunned, confused or even angry. but sam neil continues as if his boy is still alive and sitting next to him, instead of a small beautiful casket.
the next scene opens up with ashton awaking in his darkened bedroom. theres someone else in the room with him. grumbling. almost hissing. a few beams of moonlight and streetlight pierce the windows and illuminate sections of his bed and floor. but the voice is low and scratchy. its quiet like a whisper.
the thing that had taken residence in his room was small. about two to three feet tall. like a crudely drawn stick figure, the body and limbs were no more than scribbled lines, drawn from a thick charcoal pencil. three short fingers on each hand curved like sickles. four short lines made the toes from the legs. ontop of the neck was a round ovalish heap. three dimensional and shaped like a sphere, but not quite as circular. lumpy. crude. there was a mouth and eyes. the mouth was a thick line that extended the width of the face, the triangle shaped eyes black and angled in anger.
the monster could come up from the wood panels of the floor, completely or partially. leaving just the top of its head visible, just enough so his eyes could stare with those black empty hate filled eyes.
the monster must also have been able to be seen by anyone, as it would have to hide itself so that sam neil couldnt find him whenever ashton dragged his father in to keep the monster at bay. of course, sam neil never did get to see the monster that was terrifying his youngest son. but for whatever reason, when ashton would run out of his room and into his parents, the monster would always stop. as if by some invisible barrier, the monster would refuse to cross into ashtons parents bedroom. he would stand there, frustrated and angry, and grumble out threats and hiss out the cruelest of dialogue. maybe it had something to do with his parents still having sorrow and grief yet, undispubtable love for their dead son which kept the monster at bay outside their door. but whatever it was, every night ashton would have to outsmart the monster and make it out of his room and into his parents door way before the monster could get him.
some nights just the monsters voice would come through the walls and the floor. other times, the monster would come out and just watch ashton. what would he have done to ashton had he caught him? i dont know. but it probably wouldnt have been good.
the final night of the dream, ashton stood in the door way of his parents bedroom. his father, after having continually going into ashtons empty room in the middle of the night in search of a supposed monster and seeing nothing, was dead asleep. ashton eventually just stopped calling for him, the monster was too good at deception, and hiding. but this final night, ashton stood in that door way and yelled back. the monster threw out his usual frustrated rage, but ashton yelled back. taunting the monster. standing up to his fear. the monster always stood a few feet back from the door way, just looming out of plain sight. standing in a shadow. pressed against a wall. his head just visible out of the floor.

and thats all i remember.