Another dream

A few nights ago I had another rather disturbing dream.

I lived in a house at the end of a long street. All the houses on this street were made of stones, and they extended as far as I could see. I had just moved in, and the house was empty.

Every evening for the first few evenings I lived there, a very tall and large man in a military uniform walked by and spoke to me, and entered the house next door. He called himself The Colonel.

One day, I came home to my house to find the windows broken -- or rather cut. All kinds of weird and bizzare and macabre symbols were cut into the glass of the windows, and slashed into the walls inside. Stars, strange animals, spirals and webs covered everything. Just as I entered my house to see all this, I heard The Colonel step past behind me, without uttering a word. I knew that he had done this, but I don't know how I knew, or why he had.

Two days later, my house still empty and covered in these symbols, I woke in the middle of the night to a loud humming. I looked and saw that all the walls and ceilings of my house were covered in a think carpet of flies, spiders, crickets, roaches, wasps, and mosquitos. They were layered six inches thick on every surface. I tried to systematically cover them with plastic sheets, and strangely they did not fly around, or respond at all. As I was working at trying to control the insects, I again saw the shape of The Colonel walk past my window.

The next night, I sat behind the bushes, hidden by a shadow, and waited. The Colonel walked by my house and proceeded past the house that I thought was his, and around the next. I followed behind him and grabbed his shoulder. "I've got you," I said. "You are going to the wrong house." The colonel just snarled and pulled away, entering a giant mansion that was hidden behind the row of stone houses along the street. I followed him, but realized I had to carefully pass between two statues. They were giant dogs, or wolves of some kind. Though their bodies appeared to be stone -- they were a silvery granite color -- I thought I perceived the stone eyes shift, and the stone sides heave. Each one wore a symbol around its neck.

I continued inside the mansion, only to find The Colonel talking excitedly with another man. He was a small, pudgy, effeminate man wearing a long robe, but from his neck, two heads sprang. One seemed to belong to him, but the other seemed almost independant. It was the head of a child. The Colonel and he looked towards me, and said nothing, but the mouth on the head of the child opened and a low moan came out. I ran to the door, turned, and shouted that I would fight back.

As I ran outside, an Asian man with a sword was waiting at the gate. He struck me flat on the head, then threw me out the gate, telling me never to return. I went home.

The next night, as I returned to my house, I heard a loud chaos inside. I entered, and I saw on the floor there was a large pool, or bath. The Colonel was in it, up to his knees, visciously trying to drown the pudgy man beneath the water. Both heads writhed in his hands as I stood frozen, until at last, the head of the man stayed beneath the water, pale and bloated. However, the neck and head of the child continued to struggle against The Colonel, as screams erupted again and again. I quickly grabbed a chunk of wood that I found on the mantel, and struck wildly at The Colonel's head. He was caught completely off guard, and his head slammed into the side of the pool. I struck him again and again on the head until the wood began to crack, and the hair on his head where I was hitting sank into blood and crushed bone. Finally the wood split, and I grabbed the two jagged pieces, sinking one deep into the crushed skull of The Colonel, and the other through the neck of the Child's head.

After a moment, the water became still, and the house was silent. As the sun sank in the window, I saw the shadow of the Asian man who had stood outside their mansion.