Short Stories

Psychopaths Dream

Unlike my other dreams, where I could recall precisely, this one is a bit fuzzy. The basics are pretty simple. My family are psychopaths. Well, at least three members are. Although I don't have a sister in real life (... I honestly don't want one either), I have one in the dream. Five members and three of them are psychopaths. Sigh... what troublesome family... apparently my sister can control ice. Like for example, any body of water she sees, she can turn it into ice. Father uses a knife to kill. And my mother, well she's still a mystery but she's one of them.

Strangely though, there's a celebrity in my dream. I don't remember why she was there but she was. Her name is Dove Cameron. A typical role was given to her... a dumb blonde bimbo. Now for the remaining family member, me and my brother, we're still sane. My brother is confused on who to follow, either me or our psycho parents...

The dream officially starts with me running away. Not really running but riding. I was pedaling my bicycle, trying to get rid of the men in black suit chasing after me. I turned the corner and got off my bike. There was a bit of distance between me and the guys and it gave me just enough time to get on a cop's motorcycle. "Hey, I need that." I said to the police guy while shoving him off the motorcycle. I shouted sorry to him as I drove far away from my house.

[Somehow I got away and when I was out of their reach, the point of view of the dream changed. I was looking down at the police from a bird's eye view as if I was flying.]

My sister was among those men chasing after me. They turned the corner like I did and ran into the police. The men continued to run forward on my sister's command. They were some obedient servants. My sister invited the police to our house and time skipped. A bright light flashed in front of my view and then I was looking into our living room. The police man sat down and started a conversation with her. Her fake angelic smile sickened me. A glass of water was brought for the man and my sister excused herself. She continued to smile as she got up and walked into the dark hallway, where Father was waiting.

The point of view changed again and now it's a split view. On the left, I could see the police man who was patiently waiting for her return. On the right, my sister and father were leaning on the wall, waiting for something.

Movement on the left side caught my attention. The police man raised the glass of water and brought it to his lips. He tilts the cup and water enters his mouth. The memory of my sister's power flashed through the back of my mind as I watched in horror.

Just as he drank half of the water in the glass, sharp shards of ice pierced through his throat from inside his throat. My eyes traveled to the right and saw my family grinning. Their eyes were filled with the lust for blood and death. My sister giggled and entered the living room along with Father.

The view merges together and I could see everything more clearly. The police man, he's not dead. Sure, there was blood spilling down his throat and onto his uniform but, he's not dead. In fact, he was trying to pull the shards out. The lust for death in Father's eyes changed into rage. "Guess it's my turn," he said as he went back into the dark hallway.

The view splits into two again. On the right, I could see Father going into his room where there were many murderous weapons. He was walking around the room, carefully picking his desired weapon. While on the left, my sister was still grinning. The eyes of the police man instantly filled with horror and fear as she came closer to him.

Right before she could grab his throat, the front door bell rang. Her eyes diverted to the door and a sigh left her mouth. A car dealer has come to ask about our car and how it has been operating. My sister tries to answer but it was no use. He continued to talk, leaving no chance for her to answer. Maybe she can't see it, but I can. I can see him shaking and sweating in nervousness and fear.

The last thing I saw were her murderous, cold eyes before the whole thing blacks out and... I finally woke up.