I remember a dream I had years ago. It was pretty wild and hard to explain but I'll tell it the best I can.
I was maybe 11 or 12 when I had this dream. It started with me riding my old bike I had down an empty street to an old house. The place was basically falling apart.
I walk in this house and I see casper. Ya know the friendly ghost.
I'm all like "Hey casper wanna come hang out at my place?" and he's like sure. So I take him to my house and for some reason I live in a mansion? With like no windows and now it's night. Also for some reason I'm a blond british boy.
So we go into my house and we say hi to my dad and it's all nice and good. Then my step mom comes in and Casper decides he doesn't want to be the friendly ghost so he hits my step mom with a hatchet that he had apparently.
So me and my dad pull casper off of my step mom and just run into a room. And apparently Casper is also a werewolf??? Cuz he turns into this giant ass wolf man and just tries to rip us to shreds.
Then we are suddenly outside and I just nope out of the situation and leave my family and my dream apparently bc I wake up after that.