I had another dream last night and made sure I stored it in my brain so I would remember it in the morning. It has a lot of mental edits, so I hope I get it across as I write it.
I'm at the house I grew up in, sort of. It's also stuck in the mountains, and it's decorated like the house used to look like when I was really young, with dark wood boards on the walls and a rustic feel. The front yard is somewhat the same. Instead of the rock garden, there's more of a rock hill. It looks the same, but it feels like the garden is endless, full of twists and turns and resting on the mountain's side while still being visually flat.
I'm in the house, talking to a bunch of neighbors. They are all somewhat hostile, they keep saying something is in the mountains scaring people off. They keep hearing cries at night. They think it's something sinister. I can feel the heaviness in the air as they talk, but I feel I have to figure out what's causing all the crying.
I step out of the house. The garden stretches off in the distance. The large rock that was always the solid focal point of the garden has been split apart into large slabs. The slabs have been propped up to make a cave. I hear the crying coming from the cave.
It feels like it should be daytime, but the moon and stars are out. I glide above the ground, not quite walking, not quite flying. I am focused on the rock cave. Even though the garden is flat, and I know it always has been flat, there is a depression where the small cave is. It looks more like a tent made of rock than a cave. I don't even go inside.
Without stepping a foot into the cave, which is both big and small in the strange manner of dreams, I pick up two small bundles. They are no bigger than my hand. My hand is suddenly huge, but I feel like it's gentle, too. I place the cloth wrapped bundles on my hand and go back to the house.
All the neighbors are gone. I feel like I made them leave. I'm glad they're gone, I have to hide the bundles from them. I know if they found the bundles, they would kill whatever was inside them and probably me as well.
I go into the basement, into a secret room dug straight into the hillside. Inside each bundle is a tiny baby. The babies are too small to exist, so my dream makes them kittens, but I know they're human babies. I keep going back and forth on this. Are they children, or kittens? It takes a while for my dream to decide.
Years past in a blink of an eye. I have twin girls. They have beautiful blond hair, they are cute toddlers, yet teenagers at the same time. I keep them hidden from the neighbors until I can explain to them how I found them. They tell me they've always known that I wasn't their true mother (or father, my role as parent flip flops in this dream) and they are children of the mountains.
I tell them that we need to introduce them to the neighbors, but they cannot know where they came from. We agree to pretend that they are my children from a woman the neighbors have never met, or maybe they are my nieces, here for a visit.
There is a storm brewing. I can feel it in my bones. The neighbors come over, and during the council meeting I tell them about my two daughters. They are blinded by their beauty and forget to ask questions. The dream is a little blurry here. I know something else happened during the meeting but I'm not sure what.
The next moment of clarity is myself, as a teenager, with the two blond headed girls. A huge storm has come in. The house is covered by a foot of snow. I look out the kitchen window and see the cave is uncovered, the only spot of darkness in a sea of white flakes.
The twins are in the basement, looking at our supplies. Outside the neighbors are wandring around like wraiths, trying to get in. I know they can't get in, so I'm not afraid of that. I'm worried we will run out of supplies. I know once the snow melts the wraiths outside will go away and they'll realize the twins are normal humans.
The twins sit in a room full of child sized desks. They are eating chocolate. They look like Swedish models. I am in awe of their beauty. They tell me we'll have enough chocolate to last the winter.
I look in the cupboard. It's bigger than it looks, stretching down the entire length of the house. It has rows upon rows of chocolate, all larger than life. I'm starving, I need that chocolate. I grab a huge Ferrero Rocher chocolate hazelnut. It's as big as my fist. It comes, beautifully wrapped, with a tiny plastic spoon the size of my pinky nail. It looks so good, I am so excited to eat it. I tear open the package and start spooning it into my mouth. Outside I hear the groans of the neighbors and the crunch of their feet on the hard packed snow.
The twins watch me eat, eagerly. I don't like them watching me eat, so I go into the cupboard. The tiny spoon is making it take a long time to eat the chocolate. The hazelnut flavor is making me sick. I remember I don't like hazelnut flavoring much, even though it seems to be the popular taste right now.
I'm still very hungry, so I eat almost the whole chocolate. The bottom of the wrapper is filled with nuts and more chocolate. I feel sick, too much sugar and hazelnut, but I scrape my little spoon against the wrapper and eat what I can. I look around, all I can see is endless king sized candy bars. I realize the girls have been hoarding this for years, since they were no bigger than my palm. I look at the tiny spoon and realize it was big enough for the to use as tiny babies.
The twins find me. I hear the crunch of snow outside. I ask them why they like chocolate so much, they don't answer but they look at me hungrily. A cold wind blows across my back from deep within the cupboard, it feels like winter has gripped my bones. I wonder, absently, if the laundry water has frozen. I wonder if I should eat more Ferrero Rochers. The twins and their perfectly straight blond hair say something in another language to me. I feel scared. I remember at one time I thought they were kittens.
I have no idea why, but thinking of them as cats wakes me up. I felt a sense of uneasiness, I know if I had dreamed much longer it would have turned into a strange slow moving nightmare. I realize I've had a hankering for good chocolate for a while, and I'm hungry. I want to get up and get something to eat, but I'm too tired, so I turn over and go back to sleep.