A few nights ago I had the longest dream I've ever had. I'm surprised I was able to recall it, actually. It ranks among the coolest/oddest/craziest.
Children go to this rich man called Von Abner's house in the woods for a "winter camp" of sorts. It's a massive mansion high on an ice-capped mountain. It was only December, so it wasn't too cold or snowy yet. The house's inside was beutiful with a giant chandelier in the entrance hall. I had a pair of jeans and a striped, long sleeved shirt on. Every occupant gets a huge area to themselves outside to sleep. Mine was a small bumpy hill, which I had to sleep on. In between bumps were partially burried quarters, and I was told that under the quarters are tiny chambers with two miniature Hershey bars, and that every morning one had to dig out two Hershey bars.
I knew that not everybody's areas were sloped. I went to sleep quickly the first night with a lantern beside me. I couldn't see anything in the surrounding dark, bare woods. I woke up early, only able to see a tiny lighted spot; the spot was clear, unlike the miniscule snowfall that night which left a thin sheet of snow on the landscape. I had thought that Von Abner wanted full Hershey bars, so I began digging out the quarters, which had no snow on them. There were actually two quarters at each spot, and under a few were two old libertys quarters and an old liberty dime. I picked out the tiny chocolate bars, stuffing the change into my right pocket and the bars into my left. Morning was beginning to come.
Suddenly, I noticed two people walking toward me, up the steeper slope below my area. One was Von Abner, an old stocky man about 5' 8'' or 9'' with a skullet, black trenchcoat, and red plaid undershirt, and a tall beautiful blonde brown-eyed lady in a dark blue trench coat, with a bright undershirt, who was holding a basket and some type of large carton. I looked over quickly, but continued digging, still not having the sum of two Hershey bars. Von Abner called, "Calm down, my boy! The money will belong to you soon enough!" He sounded annoyed, but slightly cheerful. I told them that I still had not gotten the full bars, and the model said that I only needed the two miniatures. They had come up to me by now. She held out the sectioned basket, one side for change, the other for the chocolate. They looked separatable. The lantern's light seemed to spread a little farther now, illuminating their faces. Von Abner looked like a cross between Scrouge and Mr. Burns, with more signs of old age on his face, and the model's face was untouched by age lines or marks. She seemed like she knew her role though. I got the change out fast, but kept dropping the chocolate back into my pocket, when trying to take it out. Von Abner and the lady were patient. I finally did it, and the lady opened the carton of what I saw was vanilla ice-cream, and dunked a table spoon into it; much icecream was there. She put a newly opened Hershey bar on top and handed it to me with a smile. I said I didn't want so much icecream and she put the spoon back into the carton and tapped the icecream on the spoon with her gloved hand, half of it falling back in. I said thank you and that it was unexpected. Von Abner chuckled and the duo walked away, Von Abner with a slight waddle.
Soon after, when it was brighter outside, I walked down the hill and out of the woods, the mansion to my left. It had begun to snow heavily. I started to walk down the long, steep, curvey driveway, eating my icecream until going off on the side to arrive at another property. A collection of people were around a fire in heavy animal skin coats talking low and seriously about something. They noticed me and, with a slight glance to each other, motioned me over. They had oriental features and most had mustaches and goatees. I sat down with them and they explained that they had to inform me of the future. They passed around, and then handed me a small book, a short story collection. The one next to me flipped through the pages, stopped, and then grunted with a nod. He gave it to me and pointed to the story and said in a deep voice, "Read." He didn't sound threatening, more, he sounded like I needed to read this.
The story was called "Von Abner." Von Abner's neighbor and rival, a skinny farmer in blue suspenders, green shirt, and straw hat, had just made a ton of cash on his last crop, and Von Abner saw that if it was to happen again, the neighbor would surpass him in riches. I was also in this story. In it, at this moment, as I was away from the house, Von Abner would be killing the farmer. Von Abner saw me taking a walk from the house as betrayal, thinking I had deserted him, and also believing nobody would ever want to leave his sanctuary. In the story, my sleeping bag had by now become covered in snow. Apparently, atop my things, on my hill, the farmer's corpse would be encased in an ice block, as Von Abner's personal trophy. I would attempted to free the corpse to avenge to farmer and save his honor, but as the farmer's corpse would be disposed of, the head would not. I would begin to run down the driveway with the head to implicate Von Abner, but I would be ambushed and killed by Von Abner and his confidants. This was the end of the story.
I looked at the traveller's wide-eyed, and they nodded. I ran off to Von Abner's, set to change the future. I got to my area, and saw the block of ice. I repeatedly kicked it and jabbed it with my spoon. The top center of the iceblock fell out, but I still couldn't see a body, so I kicked off both top portions, and saw the shadow of a figure in the bottom right. I dug vigorously, kicking and stabbing, until the entire iceblock broke and the body tumbled down the small hill. I tried to pull it into the woods, but it ripped apart. The limbs transformed into giant logs, which I carefullly and quickly hoisted into the woods, always believing Von Abner was watching me or that he nwould come out at any moment. They were heavy, and at times, it took multiple attempts. I threw the whole torso and upperbody, which were still connected, far into the woods.
The head rolled off the neck, loose entrails still hanging off its base. It lied, face-up in the snow with a gray cap on, a ball on the top of it. He was a white-faced man with black hair and a black mustache, and beard, similar to the travellers, but unrelated. I picked up the head, and ran towards the driveway, until I got to the house and remembered the story. I panicked and ran towards the woods again. I found the farmer's property, thought Von Abner would search there, turned around, saw the travellers' distant fire, and turned back from that too. I ran deeper into the woods not knowing what to with the severed head.