6/18/08

I am riding sidecar to a bicycle that Father is driving through the first floor of an overcrowded (market-style), but well-lit indoor mall at night. Bright white lights all around, but the sky is notably dark. We wind around until we reach our goal, some kind of tickets.

We ride off, where the scene rapidly changes to me in a small wooden house. Mother and Sister are also both there, as are some girls who are some kind of metaphorical hippies. They claim that wearing clothes is unnecessary, as is leaving the front door closed (let alone locked).

In time, a craggy 40+ fisherman discovers us. He steps into the house at some point, and backhands one of the girls with a knife. Her blood sprays and she dies a violent death. The rest is a slasher movie.

We discover a ragged housecat wandering through the grotty home and the open streets. Eventually, more appear. We find later that the cats are in league with, or possibly, ARE the murderers, and they are ‘receiving orders’ through communication some other entity via a dusty mirror in the back room. The whole thing reels with terror.