In my dream, I’m in an old house. Everything is in a dark anime or 80’s/90’s cartoon look.

Somewhere in the house I find a long lump of fur. I pick it up by the longest piece and look at it. I realize it’s an animal. It doesn’t look like anything I have ever seen before. It tries to get away but I hold it by its belly and try to cuddle it. It ends up liking me and it cuddles against my chest.

“That’s our cat,” I hear someone behind me say. I turn around and see two little girls standing beside me. They are twins. They have straight, light hair, pale skin, dark eyes and are wearing matching blue tent dresses.

“It doesn’t look much like a cat to me,” I reply.

The dream cuts to the girls leading me to their mother, a fat, blonde woman dressed in an Edwardian maid outfit. She asks me to look after the girls. I agree.

The dream cuts again to 12 headless clones of the girls. The clones are wandering aimlessly around, silently conversing with each other and walking into walls.

“I got it!” I tell the girls, “These girls will be my daughters! I love them very much.”

The dream cuts a few times showing the headless clones doing various things. Cleaning, playing, reading, etc. then to a scene of them walking around me. I tell them I’m naming them. Adania, Beatrix, Chrysanthemum, Dinah…

The dream cuts to the two original girls. One is laying on the bed, the other is propped up beside the bead. The one on the bed is in a red and pink dress, the other is in a matching blue and light blue dress. They are very bored. When I walk into the room, the girls have switched positions without moving.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you playing with your sisters?” I ask.

“We don’t like them,” one girl says.

“They’re scary,” the other girls says.

The dream cuts to a table covered in a red cloth in a hallway. On the table is a rectangle wood clock, a small bowl of water and a strange gray creature with eight arms and two legs. He puts his face in the water for a while then comes up gasping for air and screaming, then he drinks the water with an outrageously large tongue.

The dream cuts to the original girl’s mother chasing me through the house with a knife.

The dream cuts again to my headless daughters walking slowly with blood oozing out of where their necks should be.

The dream cuts one last time to my daughters and the two girls facing me, the hall we are in is covered in blood and the two original girl’s eyes are glowing white.

The dream ends.