The House Beneath the Bed

Dream recorded 9/26/2025

Someone took my child, or someone I didn’t trust had him. I was trying to find him.

I followed them and saw them go upstairs. I hid under a bed. There was a white man and woman.

I stayed under the bed while the man came in and lay down. I was worried about getting trapped.

They brought a little girl and my son to the man’s bed. I had a terrible feeling about what was about to happen.

I saw my son. He was twitching. I saw him under the bed, but something felt off. Was this really my son? It felt like him. He was the same age he is now, but I couldn’t see his face, only his body, and it matched.

Before hiding under the bed, I remember the stairs and a cupboard-like white box I wanted to hide in, but a blanket came out of it and I was too big to fit.

When I saw my son, I came out. I don’t remember exactly what happened next.

Then I was still in the same house, but the people had changed and the urgency about my son had faded.

I don’t know if I killed or hurt everyone, but I felt like they were all dead. I know I killed the white couple.

Then new people came and I hurt them too, maybe my friends, maybe not. Then they came back to life or started acting kind toward me again, but they needed my help.

One Black man with feminine energy and a swollen eye said I had messed up his eye and asked me to help him fix it in the bathroom.

I went with him, but then I had a strong feeling that it was a trap to get me away.

I locked him in the bathroom, ran out, and everyone was gone.

I ran outside. I was doing something, and before I could leave, I saw two police SUVs.

A bunch of people came out and I put my hands up. Something black and small moved quickly past me.

A skinny white officer approached me without a gun and without rushing.