Experiment #147 - The Dreams

The dreams have changed. Usually when my dad was in them (mostly in the background, somewhere) he'd do nothing but look and smile, not saying a word. But now he's out to kill me in these dreams, and I don't mean in nice ways like with a gun or a knife. He's pretty much a monster in my dreams. He'll chase and try to rip me in half, because he's no longer my father. The only thing left of my father is the face, which looks pasted on and droopy. I wonder what's under that dead skin mask... Maybe next time I will attempt to rip it off and see what demon is haunting me this time.