DREAMS OF MONSTERS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little girl tells her mother of terrible dreams, a horrible future, only to learn otherwise. The story shifts in unsuspected directions and incorporated rhidden real world events not of the norm, the unusual parties of Seattle, local celebs, rich and powerful. The beutiful young mother's love for her little girl and the force of nature called the Red Rabbit.

Submitted: May 30, 2019

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DREAMS OF MONSTERS
Written By:
M. J. WALLIN




“Mommy mommy!” Screams from a sobbing child muffled by a thick comforter over head. The room is lit softly by a butterfly nightlight changing colors as its wings slowly wink open and closed. Dolls are everywhere neatly arranged along the walls and on every flat surface. After a few moments the knob rattles and door creeks open letting a soft stripe of light in along with sounds and conversations of a fine dinner party. A shadowed head of the girls young mother pops in, she whispers “Is everything alright dear?” “No, no mommy!” The girl sobs. “Was it another bad dream honey?” “Yes mommy, don't leave me!” “I have a party, you know I have to entertain. The girl wiggles under the blanket, “Please mommy.” The mother stops and takes a breath looking at the mound under covers, “Will it help if you tell me the dream?” “Don't know.” girl pouts. “Princess what was the dream about?” “You, Daddy, everyone we know, it was horrible and confusing.” mother smiles, “Really honey, that many people in one dream must have been a party.” “No mommy.” “Well?” Her mother now intrigued but ready for some silly answer, “What is it then?” “No, I'll try to go to bed.” the girl replies. Mom is committed to hearing all about this dream, what is in her child's subconscious?

If you tell me the dream I'll give you something from behind my back. All the while the girls mother was talking to the top of the bed, however the girl was flipped around and reaches out with her hand like a zombie from a grave, surprising her mother causing a flinch and nervous laugh, “You have to tell me the dream first.” The girl peeks through a gap and ducks under the blanket again. Her mother sings with a smile “Oh come on, you will like the gift.” The girl responds “For reals, for reals?” “For reals, for reals sweetie.” “um, alright” the girl sits up in bed with comforter draped over her head as if she were a tiny sage under a large shawl, the dim line of light from the door across her face and glow upon large warm brown eyes with golden flecks and red hair cascades down her shoulders almost completely covering her designer pajamas. The girl dramatically takes on the spirit of an oracle that has looked into the abyss of knowledge.

“Oh mommy, the dream was a nightmare, people on the news were saying horrible things that we were all monsters and everyone was pointing, we had to leave home and you and everyone was on trial.” and the girl starts sobbing. Mom just blinks a couple times not knowing what to say to such a specific and terrible dream, then too hastily “That's silly baby.” “Sniff” the girl sobs. The young mother continues, ”Mommy will never go to jail honey.” “No Mommy, you and all your friends were put to sleep.” Mother squints, “Asleep in bed?” “No mommy asleep forever, like grandma!”  The beautiful mother was taken back by the turn of events, not expecting to care about her daughters dream but now she was troubled as to why everyone would be executed in her sweet daughters mind.

Reluctantly the young mother looks back and waves off someone waiting, she leaves the party to enter the girls bedroom, wearing a fitted red dress she holds her hands behind her back and kicks the door shut with her heel and sits delicately upon the corner of the bed. She takes a moment and looks at the colorful butterfly nightlight for a couple beats, wings softly glowing and slowly changing color as they beat open then wink shut.

Her mother turns back, “Ok, you got my attention darling.” She pulls her right hand from behind her back and reveal a doll. “Oh mommy a long piggy, thank you, thank you!.” The doll looks like a normal human baby but upon close inspection the features are subtly tweaked to look like a little piglet, all human proportions but the face hands, feet are pigish, and of course a curly tail. Dolls stacked everywhere in the room are much like this one, they look like human babies but each one is subtly tweaked a hybrid be it unicorn, rabbit, beaver, reptile, monkey, turtle and so on, all look like classic human baby dolls until one inspects closer to notice that there is not even one traditional baby doll in the lot, they are all masterful mutant creations with subtle insight into personality and expression.

The girl makes the piggy dance by holding it's Pigish hands high, “Dance on your toes Mr. Piggy!” Her mother moves things along by saying “Ok princess, continue.” That somber distant expression takes over the girl and she pouts, “Do I have too mommy?” “We had a deal baby, hold Piggy and tell me the dream so you can get it off your chest and go to sleep.” “Oh, alright mommy.” Girl sniffs and places the piggy doll on her lap, she corrects her mother “Mr. Piggy, mommy.” The girl crossing her legs around the doll looking down as she starts to speak. “I was confused because in my dream you woke me up and we grabbed our bug-out bags we keep in the garage, we drove toward the airport but you stopped and spoke to daddy on the phone in code, so we turned around and went to our valley and met daddy at the diner and some of your friends were waiting inside, you said more were at the grove.” The girl stops and points at the water pitcher on the dresser, her mother just stares listening not realizing the girl has stopped speaking, but then notices the girl pointing and reaches out and grabs the pitcher of water, pours half a glass, hands it to the girl who drinks it down in a gulp and hands back the glass.

The girl takes a breath, wipes her eyes and as if she never took a pause for a drink continues, “There were lights outside, police, but the next thing I remember I was standing in a big yellow room eating lunch with a bunch of other kids watching you and your friends on TV news, they said horrible things that we were all monsters. The other kids stopped talking to me.” and the girl pouted as if she just lost many friends, her mother comforts her “I'm sorry baby.” The girl continued, “The TV said you and everyone were sentenced to death for crimes against hunanolmity or something?” ”Humanity sweetie, crimes against humanity.” “Guess so, I cried and cried when I saw you sleeping.” the girl reaches out and hugs her mother, and her mother hugs her back “I'm fine baby” Girl pulls back and wipes her face, “Then I was given to another family, I didn't want to mommy, they made me. But you and daddy adopted me!” “We adopted you?” “You changed, you looked different mommy.”, the girl giggles.  “You were a daddy and daddy was mommy, and you looked younger. Then the next thing I remember; is we were some place else, a palace under the sea with everyone we know, even other things like dinosaurs, ferries, creatures and lots of famous people, Mommy it was so strange it scared me!”

“Oh my little treasure, that was a happy dream and how imaginative. We all ended up in paradise under the sea together as we always will. Nothing will happen to us or any of our friends you know that.” the girl shrugs. Mom understands she must try harder to raise the girls spirits, “You know TV news is fake and not real, the only real news on those stations is in code only we understand.” girl responds, “Yes mommy, TV news is for the Sheeple.” “That's right honey, for the Sheeple. We own the press and so they would never mention us.” The girl insists “But what if they were forced?” Mother continues “Our covenant will never allow us to be taken, never the less if we must pay for something, we dress up a clone or body double to take the fall for any crime or accusation so no worries, we never pay for anything.” the girl still sniffing. Mom continues, “Sweetie clones are our insurance, both health and otherwise, body doubles, parts and fall guys.” She smiles and continues “We can just fake our own deaths like usual get ourselves a nose job or more if afraid of retribution. We get a new drivers license from one of our friends and a full history will be quite complete, including advanced degrees within any field of study one would like to be an instant expert.”

“What do you mean by “nose job or more” mommy?” the girl asks. You know we can fake our death and change gender for a better disguise. We have male and female clones for any needs, you know you can be a boy or girl whenever you want be it for faith, interest or necessity. You remember your brothers and sisters don't you?” the girl smiles “Yeah, I remember my brothers and sisters on the island, we played volleyball, before we went to our new house in Puerto Rico.” “Yes honey, the island of our brothers and sisters and our new house in Vieques.” “Mommy do we own Porto Rico?” “No baby, but our order has always dominated sense the sheeple market opened way, way, back, but now most of that business goes on a couple miles off shore in international waters or other private islands.” The girl ponders “Will you entertain Puerto Rico mommy?” “Yes, I throw lavish parties, entertain important people and record them, like always to help Daddy, soon we will move and join the covenants gathering in Puerto Rico and south lands, then we can snorkel again!” “Oh goody mommy!” the girl bounces.

Her mother smiles softly and says, “You never have to worry, we create the sheeple's reality and run their deep-states.” “I know mommy.” the girl rolls her eyes. Mother looks deep into her eyes to hold her daughters gaze, “We are the ones to fear, not the sheeple.” “I know Mommy, we are the hunters, I do feel better now.” Her mother eases, “Good my little crocodile.” the girl responds “See you later alligator.” The mom leans over kisses the girls temple and mock bites her neck causing the girl to giggle and laugh.

“Mommy, if someone fakes their death, does that mean someone else can kill them without prosecution, sense they are already dead?” Mother looks stunned, thinks and gives up, exhaling she says, “They wouldn't dare baby, now go to bed.”

The mother stands and pulls the left hand from behind her back to reveal an elaborate bunny mask woven with fine red swarovski crystal and sharp ears of Anubis. Her mother places the bunny face to her eyes and secures the ears with three long silver needles to her black hair bun. Her motherly lilt and soft feminine curves vanish to become more angular and ridged, as she steps to the door, opens it and walks out.

The girl follows but stops at the still open door with a trip. “Mommy can I go to the party, please!” The mother stops and looks down at the girls ankle pulled back, restrained by a soft yet inescapable anklet tethered to the bed. “Not tonight.” Her mothers voice now different, hard and distant. The girl knows to say goodnight when Red Rabbit is entertaining, “Good night Momm..” the door closes and locks.

Red Rabbit turns slowly and steps into the main room looking out huge windows framing the Seattle skyline and Sky Needle. She wonders “If I am dead, can I be killed without trial? They wouldn't dare!”

Voices pull her from thoughts and long stare into the skyline, back to the party where everyone is in costume either partly or fully committed. Like any posh Seattle furry party, it's full of the local rich and famous, the top game and internet developers, tech giants, athletes, secret agency operatives, politicians and executives talking shop and looking into phones, watching monitors or engaging in some activity. Various groups are gathered, naked painted slave girls in bird cages hanging from the ceiling are being tormented by party goers choosing what condiment to toss at those purring for attention. A card game is happening on the table next to her, no not poker, but overpaid adult infants pretending to kill an imaginary giant with a precise arrow shot card, “Got you in the eye!” a chipmunk yells and his squirrel comrades congratulate him on his fine shot, another overweight player on the opposite side of the table dressed as a unicorn looks perplexed flipping pages in his notebook, when he suddenly says, “You were crushed to death by an avalanche triggered by the Stone Giants fall!” and an argument erupts. “Dude!” “Dude!” “Naw, naw, Bra, no way!”

Red Rabbit's disgusted by these board game players, their body odor and display of playing a child's games and acting like children at her adult party is unacceptable. However, she won't say a word, not even a peep to go to the game room where the other children are to “play”. She feels these regressed adults called “gamer” are usually complete morons handed prestigious positions of power through their covenant or family connections, however that being said the last time she broke up one of these dumb card games, she had to employ a warlock for a protection spell and an exterminator every week for two months to get rid of the swarms of biting gnats that kept hatching from the drains and pipes. So instead of causing problems, she just sniffs and walks away disgusted.

“My lavish party goers are much like those dolls.” Red Rabbit thinks to herself, “Hybrids, human in proportion but animal by design.” Not all patrons are in full costume but always something on them stating what animal or creature they call upon for their alter ego, much like the zodiac lovers, furry have their preferences, big difference between a big bear, fluffy squirrel or pussy cat. She inspects the patrons as she walks, thinking “Some of these titan of industry and successful hit my parties making Red Rabbit proud, true predator laughing at mystery and feeding with enthusiasm, while others have broken spirits that can only get excited by running away from personal shame and are incredibly boring, all they do is hide their pastie bodies behind a lavish furry tail eating nuts in the shadows and apparently playing dumb board games at fabulous parties.”  

She walks the red carpet passing many rooms in the penthouse, each room a theme as she takes mental notes on what needs attention. One room has desserts with naked people made of jello laying in ice coffins, fruit carved to be body parts; lady fingers, grape eyes watermelon brains, as well as cakes and genitalia molded in every medium. She notices a whipped cream smile on a key lime faced pie and she immediately suspects one of those gamer, “Juvenile idiots.” she thinks, obviously still holding a little grudge.

The next room dimly lit with red light, all one could see were pillows and musty fur shapes entangled, she stops. Each room has its own environmental controls, She flips a switch on the dark interior wall and the whir of ventilation kicks on, a muffled “Thank you” escapes from matted fur as she continues on. The next room is the old library with a spiral staircase up the higher levels, the smell of old books and mahogany, a few white rabbits lounge on leather chairs, legs crossed delicately, neck, thin wrists and fingers heavily laden with chains, bracelets and rings of orange gold encrusted with jewels, they smoke cigars and sip brandy while having a quiet discussion. One of the white rabbits looks Red Rabbits way, so she looks away and ahead, thinking, “Please don't summons me.” This type of white rabbit gives even Red Rabbit the willies. Their eyes are both dead and possessed, they must not become too interested in her and she never looks into those eyes, she keeps looking ahead with relief she is passing and can now see the next room has people seated in red leather chairs as others stand anxiously waiting, some in discussion before the event.

Red Rabbit turns sharp taking long chopping strides into this room of black and white tile. “Click, click, click” on tall sharp red stiletto, she stops abruptly before a red leather wall and slowly turns first her head, shoulders followed by a step, long legs apart and arms crossed studying the wall. The wall has many bizarre tools; pokers, prods, collars, furry fringe hand cuffs all in fine red leather. Crowd is frozen watching as Red Rabbit considers the wall, she grabs the cattle prod converted into furry dog collar with a long ridged handle. The crowd mummers complements and a few tap their feet in approval. The Red Rabbit takes another three long steps and stops facing a row of three large metal wire dog cages.

She stands for a moment motionless listening for whimpers, she lifts the prod and slaps down hard on her thy and says “One plus two is three, three little piggies.” Red Rabbit starts to sing in a sinister voice as she swings and points the prod from one cage to the next. “Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch Mr. Piggy, by the toe...” as she sings to the cages a thick red welt rises on her alabaster thy where she struck herself. The observing guests of refinement begin to shift and transform, first their eye's become full of cruel pleasure and their bodies more of an angular animal, monsters gnashing teeth ready to pounce.

Back in the bedroom the girl plays with Mr. Piggy and Rabbit. “You have been very bad Rabbit!” Mr. Piggy oinks, Rabbit hops and taunts “I am fast and will run away, you can't catch me, na nana na na!” Mr. Piggy responds ”You can run but you can't hide, I will sniff, sniff, sniff you out Rabbit.” Rabbit hops then lays down on a pillow and states “Then, I can play dead and be born again to run away while you bury my sister!” Rabbit laughs, Mr. Piggy quickly replies, “Think again, we are watching you, if you pretend to die we will kill you without a trial, because you are already dead.” Mr. Piggy oinks ominously “Oink, oink, oink, Rabbit.”and the girl giggles. Rabbit retorts “But, but, you wouldn't dare!” Mr. Piggy hops onto Rabbit and starts dancing pushing Rabbit farther into the pillow while he sings, “We've been watching you, da de da da. You may run and hide, la de da da, but you will surely die, ha he ha ha! .. for good you bad, bad, Rabbit!” Rabbit responds “No, mercy, nooooo!” The girl giggles as Mr. Piggy oinks happily as he keeps dancing without reply.



The end

 


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