Dreams

Babysitter

The earliest dream I can remember: at home, begging my parents to let my Aunt Emma babysit me. It was harshly lit, and badly, the walls and ceiling far above me. No, they told me, she can't. All three had this strange, unreadable expression...just being firm, I suppose, something incomprehensible to a kid. I was in a hallway, and turned around to see who would be staying with me: a silvery humanoid, very reflective, with no face and no voice. I really don't remember actually being scared, just deeply weirded out.