I had a seriously strange dream last night. -Ahem-

I was at my old house, although a 20 year old girl lived there now. She was very pretty, and wore glasses, and had long ginger hair. My brother was there to, so was my father, and a older guy, with short black hair, and a old, but kind face. Soon, a car parked up at a house across the street and down one. The people who lived here started to get nervous. Soon, we all rushed inside, when a van came up saying 'They're comming home, please retreat into your houses.'

We did, but I rushed out again, leaping down all 13 steps and rolling at the bottom, grabbed a bunch of allen keys, and rushed up again. I remember having a level of awareness in that dream, as I wanted to leap down the stairs, knowing it would be the quickest, and in the air, I remembered to roll, as my cousin tought me. When I rolled, I felt the harsh impact become a gliding motion of softness.

Once inside again, we where lead into the living room, where we talked, then we entered a backroom, walking into what resembled a HUGE pot with the back cut out. There was a opening to see through at one end also, which looked out to the nextdoor nabours, which no happened to be the offending families house. Therew was a woman cooking in there, I could see that through a telescope like object.

"No one ever see's them. They pick faulse locations to seem real." Said the old looking man, then held up a photo of two friendly looking people in a cannoo, which I knew was the offending family. "These people don't exist. Even their phone number's fake, Exeter Exminster." The old man explained.

Then came a loud crack. "Whats she doing?" I asked him.
"She's bending it." replied the ginger pretty girl. SOon, a blood splatter flew through a seperate pair of swinging doors on the other side of the room. Then, chunks of brown meat, a pair of tusks, and various bones followed after it. Then the dream ended.