Do Dreams Have Meaning?

A single, deafening crack pierced the air. Everyone’s necks contorted to point their heads toward the sound. Blood ran down the stairs, a disturbingly large amount. The crimson liquid began staining the already-red dining room carpet. Pops stood up and shuffled to the base of the stairs.
“Mams! Fetch me shotgun!” he commanded. Mams immediately obeyed. Timmy, Jeff and Sal were already hiding under the table, scared still and silent. Pops, armed with a shotgun, walked up the stairs. There was yelling, then a second crack. The children, Timmy, Jeff and Sal, began squealing as the liquid reached their knees. 
Mams instructed the children into the basement and locked the door behind them. The light, a single lightbulb dangling on a loose wire, was already turned on. The children had to be silenced several times before they gave up attempting to figure out what had happened. Footsteps landed at the bottom of the stairs, audibly flicking up blood as each one hit the ground.
“Honey? Where are you?” Pops asked. The children looked at the sound and silently called out Pops’ name. Mams seemingly stared through the walls of the house at the noise.
“It’s not him,” she whispers to her children, “He doesn’t speak like that.” Whatever was outside seemed to get closer.
“Where’s Pops?!” Sal yelled and was immediately met with half a dozen unblinking eyes rather than an answer.
“Shut up,” Mams hissed slowly.
“I found you!”
Then John woke up, staring at his blank computer which was supposed to be overflowing with quality work. There was a knock on his bedroom door.
“Come in!” John yelled, searching for the first key to press for his essay about Joseph’s Technicolour Dreamcoat. Something came in. Its footsteps heavier than falling anvils. It stared at John for a moment. Lifted something up. Pointed whatever it was at him. Then a single, deafening crack pierced the air.
Category:Dreams/Sleep
Category:Beings
Category:Weird