the boy with a hole in his throat

Date: 7/9/2019

i was in this really enormous house that i think i was meant to be living in and both my mom and dad were living there too. the house itself was really creepy and had rly low lighting and like antique chandeliers n shit, it was just weird. and across from us was this huge mansion that was kinda falling to piecesish and was also really creepy. and the upper levels of this mansion were kinda fucked up and almost abandoned and it was always foggy outside. anyway my dad was working on this Thing the entire dream, and the Thing was basically him trying to prove the existence of this nightmare child that lived in the other house. and this child was based off a movie but we somehow all knew he really existed and lived there and was related to isabelle and also somehow related to us? and the thing about this child was he Never went outside and he always wore this like. lil rich boy get up. but in a creepy way, it was suit. and i Knew in my heart that the reason he never went outside was bc he had a problem with his heart that somehow affected his throat in a way that he had a valve in his throat. my dad had been researching to prove this kid’s existence for years and somehow i just knew this kid knew my dad was doing it. i knew this kid could hear and see everything we did and said (part of it was he was just. supernatural in a really Wrong way idk how else to explain that feeling but part of it was because i knew he was watching from the other house’s window even though we couldn’t see him) and so i always had to try to be rly quiet. also i think my dad was somehow abusive in this dream in some way? idk i was scared of my dad, it might have just been like irl where he yelled if i got in his way too much. my dad was starting to get too deep into this research and bc the kid could hear n see us, it was getting dangerous. i was talking to my mom about how my dad needed to stop but the thing was my dad refused to stop, so my mom and i were trapped in this creepy and dangerous situation where the boy was basically out to get us even though he never left the house. the dream gets fuzzy until i end up in this other section of my house which is simultaneously like. a public library? and my brother and i are moving around it trying to seclude ourselves and turning out the lights and closing doors and there’s just one other woman who lives here but we don’t know her and for some reason she can’t always see us, we’re like ghosts, and somehow this fact is both hilarious to dream me and deeply disturbing. so we’re going around this section and we come across the center piece which is just this large circular room with stairs leading to a basement and a bunch of books n bookshelves and ofc that fucking antique style of chandelier. and we decide to make the room as dark as possible while at the same time suddenly avoiding my dad because we know he’s extremely pissed at us bc of something related to his research and we’re scared of him. so we’re darkening this room (with suddenly a bunch of other random people too) and my dad comes in and we’re like yikes. and my mom is there too now but she isn’t my mom anymore, she’s this horribly tall and thin woman with long scraggly dark hair, like a witch from left for dead. but we just. continue tryna shut off the lights, but we’re struggling for some reason, the main ones will only dim, but we know they shut off. and so i flick this random switch, and these red lights start blinking in essentially morse code. and somehow i Know that what this means is my dad AND mom have secretly been using these lights to communicate with the nightmare child across in the other house, and i’m horrified. and my parents are furious that i’ve found this out and i know that everything is going to go terribly wrong. my mom grabs me and we’re suddenly outside and under a deck and she’s pulling at me, trying to get me to come with her and i’m freezing cos it’s suddenly winter and i’m poorly dressed and crying. and i’m begging my mom to just let me go but she’s screeching in this horrible throaty way and implying she has to go to this child bc he’s her child? and idk why i’m meant to come but she puts like. a leash on me and i’m sobbing trying to explain how this will kill me before she starts. sprinting away toward the other house at an inhuman speed. and i’m being dragged along and scraped up by the ground and i’m bleeding and crying and i do, to an extent, die because of the cold and the physical trauma. except when we get to the house i’m still clinging on to life. and i’m sobbing just begging my mom to take us back so i don’t have to physically see this child but she like. drops my leash and this cat jumps onto this low balcony that is decorated in red flowers and i know it’s fetching the boy but i’m confused because i also know that the boy is meant to stay in the abandoned upper levels. so we’re waiting in confusion for this boy and suddenly this short girl comes out and she’s grinning in this horrific way, too many teeth, and she’s decorated in yellow flowers and she’s holding an axe. and i know instantly that the boy is controlling her. and she starts swinging at me and i’m crying and i think i’m gonna be able to avoid her because her walking is rly slow? but then she swings OVER me and her wrist snaps and the axe lodges itself into my spine, partially paralyzing me and i stagger toward this edge. and below me is this highway but it’s deserted and covered in grass and snow. and i’m staring at it as another axe goes into my back and i start falling forward, dragging my mom with me. and i wake up as i’m falling to my death (sort of, because i’m essentially already dead from the axe hits)