I remember my mother and I walking home, hand in hand, when we saw something running up to us spouting ‘you’re the one!’ over and over in a child’s voice. Then it took my hand and started dragging me away from my mother, who couldn’t keep up, despite it being about the height of my shin.

It took me to it’s house and it was just like any normal house in that street, apart from the items inside, which were all in pairs. A picture hanging on the wall was only half a scene, with a piece cut out in the shape of half an oval. Next to it, a picture, continuing the rest of the scene in the first painting, and also finishing the cut out oval. Every other object in the room had ovals cut into them; figurines, wall plates, mantelpiece clocks, all except the walls, floor and ceiling. It had half an oval cut into it’s hat, and was explaining to me that it brought me to it’s house because I was it’s half, and that it’ll no longer live a miserable life without a pair.

After I told it that I wasn’t the other half because my family was my other true half, it screamed and left, slamming the door to another room. The front door was still open, so I exited the house and ran back to the last place I saw my mother. It managed to see that I had escaped and started chasing me. It couldn’t keep up, which was confusing, considering how fast it was when it abducted me.

I saw my mother and ran faster, and she ran too. We hugged and it didn’t bother to try and take me again, instead walking back the way it came and cursing me and itself. I kept hugging my mother and we went back home.

I smiled, and put the pen down, looking over my story. I don’t usually write based on dreams, but this was too happy to ignore.

It’s funny; it was so much cuter in my dream, what with its big hat and doll-like body. In real life, it doesn’t have a head, and I never left it’s home.