I know I must have had something odd to eat, maybe jalepeno poppers or something, but I had this dream that reality as we know it came unraveled for just one night. Devils and angels were everywhere and common people had turned into rabbits and Richard Nixonses.
In my dream we went to the store, but someone had stolen all of the children by cleverly replacing them with ladybugs and spidermen. The parents seemed totally unaware. Even the butcher who was wearing a hunting cap made from Mickey Mouse’s head didn’t seem to think anything of it.
Driving home there were mobs of dangerous looking ghouls, goblins, witches and Elvises. I wasn’t scared though because the milling hordes of supermen, priests, ninjas and lion tamers all seemed to have them pretty much under control.
Back at home we were barraged by endless visitors, none wishing to actually visit. All they wanted was candy. They’d ring, say things ranging from “trick treat”, to “trick-r-treat” to simply “I’m candy,” and we’d send them away with their snacks.
It gets weirder still. For some reason, I go under cover as a skunk and join the swarm of zombies. My parents are there too. We go searching systematically from door to door looking for food or blood or candy or whatever it was. The world as I knew it was gone. Pumpkins had faces, windows had eerie glows, people were no longer people. Where humans once doddled, princesses, Poohs and pirates now reigned. Draculas giggled at Mr. Goodbar and Incredible Hulks growled at toothbrushes.
The few surviving humans fought off their aggressors by giving candy to the clowns and Pippi Longstockingses. Even skunks like me were in on the offerings.
Next thing I know, I wake up and I’m back at my crib, early morning. I’d have thought little of it if it weren’t for the bag of candy on the table and the neatly hung skunk suit in my closet. What happened to me last night? Where was I?