Dream Entry #4: Other son / Trick or treat

I had dreamt of other stuff before this one during the same sleep, yet I barely recall them so I will just tell you this one:

Me and my dad were driving somewhere from somewhere. I don't particularly recall the context, but I know it was just us alone and specifically the fact that my little brother was not with us in the backseat in his kid seat.

We were approaching a roundabout and on it was mindlessly a boy driving around on his bike, completely disturbing the traffic as he was looking to the side seeming distracted with something as he was holding something tall and thin. My dad carefully maneuvered his way past the kid and turned to the side after exiting the roundabout to go scold the kid. I remain in the car, worrying about my dad because his language skills were, well, all due respect not the best, but it's okay, he's intimidating enough by just being a bigger bald guy with mutton chops.

Now that I was able to see the kid better, looking through the rear windshield, I saw that he seemed to be, panicked and crying or worried? He ran up to my dad first holding something as he was telling him something. I wanted to get out myself, but however for some reason I wasn't wearing any pants with them lying somewhere in the floor of the car because I took them off for more comfort the same way you take off shoes in a car ride? Either way it was clearly a struggle for me to get them comfy green sweatpants back on. I eventually somehow do get them back on and I get out to see what's going on, as I see the boy hands my dad some large letter, which looked like it was crafted by a kindergarten teacher, while also holding some cutout of a cartoon white rabbit. He explained he had found this by the side of the road, and my dad opened the letter and saw there was a BUNCH of money inside and he closed it back up and we both chupse and finally realise why the kid was so distraught. My dad had some kind of weird plan that he was partially explaining to the kid, wanting to keep the kid around now. I explain that we legally have to turn it in to the police (A real law that for whatever reason I remembered: You are not allowed to keep found money over $10). Apparently nobody hears me as my dad finds out the kid is an orphan from foster care and wants to adopt him so he can keep the kid better around for solving this case. The orphanage was right around the corner so they go there and adopt the kid while I still keep trying to explain that this is not necessary at all but my voice was too weak. They return and sit the kid down in the backseat and NOW my dad finally hears me, then explains how he can't just return the kid now because if he'd do that that'd be the same as giving up your parental rights which is like a punishment. But we still plan to just go drop the letter off at a police station. As we are about to leave a police car drives up to us and demands that letter. I assume this was a test? My dad keeps explaining to them what just happened in his broken language as they're just being rude and demand us to put the letter into the trunk of their car. And we do. As they drive off to leave, my dad grabs the letter again while we watch how they drive away. How didn't I think of that - they're just frauds!

We still have the plan to drive the letter to the nearest police station as we sit back down into the car. However of course I can't just forget about the kid we just adopted. I look at him in the back. He was just sitting there with a calm but disturbed gaze. He was some kind of a rainbow deforming goo/cloud/splat now, but I did not question that at all, in fact, I was very curious about his appearance changing. Anyway, he is explaining now to my dad how he's feeling traumatised and confused, to which my dad responds with understanding. I just watch them while thinking about the fact that we now have 3 kids in our house. I mean, I guess there are a lot of 3 kid families, but my mum is already stressed enough. Is he really now a permanent part of our life?

Either way, we arrive at some place. Maybe an Airbnb as we are currently travelling somewhere? I find myself in some vintage bedroom with two beds: one in the middle the other by the window. I was lying on the one in the middle and my dad was comforting the kid in the other bed as they were whispering about something. I get up and do something, seeing as my dad motions at me to leave the room because he needs to talk to the boy about something. Although I show nothing, deep down I feel a sense of injustice and doom about this. He is MY dad. But I shouldn't be so inconsiderate, the kid already has a hard life. The boy seemed to be very down already.

I enter the bedroom again as the kid walks in with me there. Unfortunately his hair gets caught in the vintage fancy doorknob which I was holding onto, so he ends up pulling his hair a bit. I apologise like whoops there. The kid however breaks down crying and my dad, who was sitting by the boy's bed, looks at me astounded as he runs up to the kid to comfort him, yelling at me for pulling his hair because as I know his hair is apparently very sensitive to him. Oh btw he is now just a small typical lad with blonde hair. My dad gets mad at me as he throws a hairbrush at me. I am perplexed and defend myself, and he keeps being mad at me because I supposedly keep hurting the kid on purpose?? My dad keeps throwing things at me and I get equally frustrated trying to prove him wrong.

Anyway, somehow we ease out of this situation to another one. We were now in the Airbnb with my neighbour's family (couple with two kids the same age as my little brother, 10). I wander around, encountering the kids running around as I need to do something.

I find myself walking with my Friend N through some autumny town made out of row houses. She was explaining to me how at night there will be monsters trying to get in to you which you'll have to fight off, tricking without a treat. Now, I don't know why but my family ended up staying there, housing with some acquaintances of my parents', who were parents themselves, in one of the houses. When night came, freaks did in fact start showing up, trying to get into our two floor home. We were constantly taking turns on who would fight them off. I remember when I got out there I was with my dad. I pretty much useless because I knew I wouldn't really be able to fight anyone off so I just kept telling my dad about the directions where the creatures kept coming from. My dad was looking really badass for for some reason he had a bunch of butcher's knives that he kept throwing around and easily fighting the monsters off even though I was still very tensed up. I run back inside to do something. I'm surrounded by people of my family and the others as I desperately try to find some kind of weapon. Since it's an Airbnb there is no kitchen or anything so all I can find are just some thin metal bars lying around that are connected by magnets and colourful plastic straws? I check back outside and see others fighting as my dad walks in and I ask him how he is and he points down at a nasty bitemark/cut on his leg. I just tell him to clean it as I move on. I remember we have a second floor and run upstairs. I can see the freaks roam around as I carefully peek through the window trying not to attract much attention. A group of furries/monster collected together, so we knew we had to prepare for a bigger attack because we saw them stand in a circle and discuss something. I was praying that maybe they'll get mad at each other and deal with themselves. I look back inside then as I turn back to look outside I see that we built some kind of a balcony to the window on the second floor. How smart how didn't I think of that! It was some kind of a weird front-porch made out of white phenoplast but at the same time it was like a slide made out of that light pink plastic material you'd see on playgrounds. Top view:

I went on there into the part between the two slides where the creatures kept coming. My mum was there using some sort of a bat while I still just had that short and thin weird magnetic metal bar, but hey it's better than nothing. I was guarding the, from the image above's perspective, the right side and my mum the left. Up the slide were just some kind of balls rolling up with occasionally creatures crawling up. The balls were easy to take care of because you could just kick them back away to roll down.

Then my brother showed up and took the right side so I moved on the left to take my mum's job so she could get a break for it was pretty easy. However as some buff and big guy showed up I realised I would NOT be able to push him away in any way so as I clung into him trying to hold him back I was looking at my mum trying to ask her for help, however for some reason I kept saying my Friend N's name so my mum just kept looking at me confused. I somehow did deal with the monster as now more creatures kept crawling up and I did not want to just awkwardly try to stab them with the little stick I had because I did try getting it away by stabbing its head with it specifically its eyes but that was gross even to me and I felt bad. So I just jumped on it from behind and started choking it, still being not too fond of doing that because now suddenly killing them felt wrong. However I do get the monster enough to just throw him off. I do the same for one more creature before switching the side to guard the right side again, releasing my brother because I was worried he wouldn't be able to deal with anything other than the balls. I keep trying to push the balls away again, however they seem to just bounce up and continue their way, going straight so going down the other end. I realise that these are now just meant to serve as a distraction, as two small monsters come up on a bicycle up the slide. I try to stop them by grabbing the wheel, but we all just fall inconveniently as we all get stopped by some adult male talking and everyone just freezes listening to him. He was, I guess, the police or something, and he was scolding the guys on the bike that this is too far and is too dangerous so criminal. All the monsters get off the porch with the balls stopping too and I just watch as I am kind of confused because did I just attack simple people playing a game? Thank god these guys did not see probably the pile of guys with stabbed out eyes lying down at the bottom who I threw off.

Anyway somewhere around here I wake up.