a few nights ago i dreamt:

i am on my way to my love's childhood house. it seems she was taken away from her family and home at a very young age...for her own protection? now she has inherited her parent's house and its legacy. i am excited to learn a bit about her past, for she is able to remember nothing from the first eight years of her childhood...i am also a bit anxious because of all of the hoo-hah and mystery surrounding the will and property.

we arrive at the house in the evening, and i am pleased to discover the beauty of the building. there are 50 rooms and it seems to have been deserted long ago due to the spider webs, ancient plumbing and wiring, and overgrown lawn. we discuss how strange it is, the way the house was left, seemingly in a rush. the beds are made, the closets are full...it is as if the inhabitants just disappeared. we snuggle up together in the master bedroom's four poster and fall into a deep sleep while the night wind claws at the torn netting draped over the bedposts.

in the morning we wake and explore the yard. we walk through the front yard first, long and thin, extending down toward the main road. on either side of the house are other yards, close by and fenced in. we have taken the kitties outside with us (?) and somehow eimolecule has wiggled into the yard to the right of us. as soon as i see her two large dogs pounce on her, mauling her into the grass, at which point the neighbor's ferret tears her throat open and buries its face deep in her neck. i watch in horror, unable to find a way through the chicken-wire, unable to help her.

we continue to the back yard where a huge iron crucible sits, among other large cement structures. with horror, my love recants a lost memory attached to the yard...as she describes what she remembers happening, i see it happening in the yard. there is a ceremony and screams and flesh and the crucible bubbling over with human remains, the fat crackling and popping like oil.