I was in the messy bedroom of my childhood, stuff piled up all over and even outside its door. I was worried that there were monsters outside.
I’d woken up in the middle of the night and knew some of my stuff was in the wrong place. I found a couple of huge plushies Brian Harp had loaned me – one was a long serpent, all sparkly, colored red, green, and yellow; the other was similarly sparkly. I’m not sure what it was. Maybe a dragon? A dinosaur? Something lizardy.
I crawled to the foot of my bed to check on the door. It was open and the pile of toys outside was in disarray instead of piled up against it like they should have been. My own little plush dragon and dinosaur hissed, but saw nothing. (Said plush were semi-animate, and vaguely related to ones I own iRL – the dragon was grey, and very sleek, much sleeker than the cute golden plush dragon that sits on top of the dining nook’s lamp, about as sleek as the tiny sculpted black and red dragon that hangs by the door. The dinosaur was oscillating between being Stevie or Zoya, the varicolored stegosaur and T. rex plushies that live in my bed. Zoya gets cuddled a lot as I sleep; it’s her job to eat the nightmares.)
There was a strange little object sitting just inside the door. A plastic tube sloshing with water that also seemed to function as a lighter. I took one part out that covered part of the lighter part, fiddled with it a bit, then put the part together and put it back down just inside the door. Some water poured out as I did this but I wasn’t too worried.
I tried to rearrange the pile outside a little but just gave up after a bit and closed it; I reorganized a few things to cover the cracks and slipped back to the normal position in my bed. As I turned the bed ninety degrees, it got shorter; my toy dragon and dinosaur vanished in the process since they were sitting at the foot of the bed. (There was nothing under the bed but some carpet that needed cleaning – odd for my childhood room, as the floors were actually wood and there was stuff stored under the bed, plus lotsa books that fell down the crack between it and the wall from the giant pile of stuff I’d read that took up half the bed.) I turned the bed back around and they reappeared.
Then I cuddled up between the two huge plushies Brian had sent with my own at the foot of the bed and went to sleep, feeling safe again. The serpent was rough against my naked body despite being a big fuzzy plushie; it felt nice, though. (It was a big one. As long as an adult. The dragon? plush was similarly large. My own plushies were much more normal sizes, maybe about that of a cat at the largest. Scale was a little weird in this dream and I might have sometimes been child-sized, I’m not sure.)
Then I was awake.