More dreams last night.
I'm on medication that's supposed to help suppress dreams. Like, I'll still have them, but I'm not supposed to remember them.
I had some last night that I remember.
I dreamnt of explosive fire in my grandmother's house. Closing doors then running up stairs to escape through the windows of a second story that never existed.
Then going back into the house to find that it wasn't damaged very much by the flames.
The house, it still sits there, in my head. Waiting for me.
There's something I haven't finished in that house and I'm terrified to think what it might be.

More from grandma's house last night.
A rival family across the street. For some reason, they're the evil ones. I'm trying to protect my son from and old, old, dark that lives there.
A woman.
She wants to swallow my son whole. She wants to swallow him whole so she can have a final, devistating orgasm.
She wants to start at his feat and swallow him whole, keeping him alive the entire slow time. As her mouth closes over his crying, screaming head, she will experience a sexual release unlike no other. She will become as powerful as anything that has ever existed, either real or imagined.
Then, finally, she will die.
But she has to trick him into it, it seems. She can't just attack. She needs to lure him willingly somewhere. So all I have to do is educate and he'll be okay.
But he goes outside to look at a snake, which is her, and starts to follow it into the forest.
I save him. I get to him in time. But I'm scared to think how many, many ways there are to trick a trusting child.