Amurehna

I'm not sure if I can properly express just how much I hate body-snatcher dreams. As disturbing as the cannibal dream was, I'd gladly watch that again if it meant I didn't have another one of these.
Possession. Body-snatchers. People who look like my loved ones but no longer act like them, knowing that everything that made them who they are is GONE. They are dead and still walking around. (Oddly, zombies don't really bother me. There's a fine distinction there.)

I'm in my childhood home in Massachusetts. My father and brother are there with me and after a time, so is Liam. The house is dark, all the lights are off. The three men are sleeping in the living room.
(I went a little crazy there for a minute and built you a layout)
I'm dropped into the middle of an action, walking down the hallway from my room. The house feels wrong, but I can't figure out why. We came home in the middle of the night. I pass the kitchen door and catch a glimpse of something on the floor. I take a step back, feeling tense and on the edge of fear. Yellow and green balloons litter the floor. I don't like the look of them.
Suddenly one of them moves, and I realize there are things inside them. A slimy, translucent thing. Kind of like a gooey slug. I start yelling for the men to wake up, that we have to get out of here before the things finish becoming. Blearily they rise, I beckon them to me.
"Quickly, get your things. We need to leave."
"I don't understand the problem." My brother says.
I stab a finger toward the creepy balloons. "You're telling me that doesn't bother you at all."
Fear steals over their faces. Liam seems pretty placid, but he's mostly a shadow right now. I don't see his face so much as I know he's there. He's taller than my brother and father by a good half foot.
We rush to the other end of the house, everyone splits off and goes into various rooms. Gathering clothing and other necessities. I duck into my room, the only one that's lit, and see a slug-creature on the wall above the nightstand. It has a yellow-green center, surrounded by clear membrane. I find my dad and tell him that they've finished becoming. We rush out into the hallway, the four of us together, but I've forgotten something so we go into my room first. The slug is gone. I feel a spike of panic. I know that when it takes a person, they will cease to be who they are and be in control of the slug.
I step back into the hallway, relieved, "Good, it didn't get any of you." Liam stands mid-hall. He has his head cocked to the side, standing very still, his back to me.
"You're wrong." He says quietly. The words are like a slap.
"What? NO!" I reach out to him and my fingers brush his elbow, which has creepy slug goo on it. "No, no, no! This isn't happening." I retreat a few steps.
"I'll....fight as long as I can. Go. While I can...hold it off." His voice sounds distant, watery.

I force myself awake and roll over. When I fall back asleep, I dream about Dream Views. NewArtemis has posted a dream. It's just a picture, a claymation still. There's a tree, there is a large hole in the middle right before the crown. Wooden boards make a crude ladder up to the hole, one branch juts out to the left. On the jutting branch is a boy. Climbing up the ladder are a boy and a girl. The climbing boy has dropped one arm and is facing the 'camera', his mouth is open in a horrible grimacing smile, lined with sharp teeth. I scroll down and Artemis posts "My pack is dead."
I don't understand, I scroll back up and the image flashes. First there is an orange and white cat crouched in the hole in the tree. When it flickers the cat first stands on its hind legs, and in the next it disappears.
"See, he's gone."
(O.o wtf...)

I drift into a deeper sleep and I'm sitting next to a dog. She even looks a little like my dog, with less white in her coat. My sister adopted her and I hear my sister say what a good find she is. That when they retired her from the Fire Department, everyone clamored to adopt. Just like when _______ was retired. I heard a name, I don't remember it. He was a bright red, looked a little like a blood hound. I see his collar drop off to signify that he is retired.
I pet her a little, and then test her patience. I'm curious if she's as well-behaved as Caspian. She doesn't look pleased when I put my hands on her face, but she only bares her teeth a little and then dips her head away.

I'm sitting on a couch telling people on the forum about my creepy slug dream. I only really remember the man. Slim, lean muscle, short wavy dark hair and black/brown eyes. He's wearing a grey tank top. He's sitting next to a girl. He calls behind me, to my boyfriend who is laying on the couch under some blankets.
"Does any of this bother you?"
My boyfriend throws a hand out from under the blankets in a dismissive wave. "Just a dream."