I was in a huge mobile home, like a mansion on wheels. We were all sitting down at the kitchen table, which was also quite gargantuan. At the time, it was only me, my three brothers, my sister, and my dad at the table. We must have been taking some kind of super long road trip.
All of a sudden, children starting walking in and filling in the empty seats, every one of them looking at the floor. They all made unnatural noises occasionally, and the room just had a feeling of oppression on it. It was strange, to say the least. Soon, the food was set down at the table, and my dad prayed before we started to eat. I don't remember exactly what we were having, but it was something Italian. I'll never forget what happened a couple moments later though. The child next to me, a little bit younger than me in looks, turned to face me. He had big, pure black eyes. "Give me the salt," he said, looking straight at me. I hesitantly passed the salt to him, and he took it without another word.
After we finished eating, my point of view seemingly switched to my oldest brother's, which seemed pretty freaky, because I had never heard of something like that happening before. This mobile home apparently had a garage, because it was just that big, and I (or more appropriately, my brother) was sent to the garage by my dad to go get something from it. So, I walked out to the garage, and immediately saw another one of those children. It started to open its mouth. Once I saw that it had teeth like fangs, I high-tailed it out of there. My view then switched back to my own. The dream was very long, and very detailed, but it starts to get fuzzy after that, and I don't remember anything except that at the end of it, we crashed, and although we survived the crash, we didn't find the way home. And all the demon children disappeared.697Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRmLVZlXbmb
