I was living in a charming cottage in a picture-postcard village, one of those ones with wood cladding around the ground level.
There were creatures living beneath the house. It'd be difficult to convey their exact appearance, but this one from
The Spiderwick Chronicles will give you an idea:
Their lair was accessed via a pipe leading down from the street outside my house, the pipe being about 10" in diameter. My wife would leave offerings of food to the - boggarts? - beside the opening of the pipe, which projected about a foot above the ground.
In the dream, I was annoyed by this. The mem had left a slice of buttered bread leaning against the pipe, so I picked it up and hurled it off into the woods behind the house. I recall it slicing through the air like a well-flipped playing card. Wanting to show the boggarts what I thought of them, I decided to block the end of the pipe to prevent them from leaving their hideout.
There was a large stone shaped somewhat like a starfish in my neighbour's garden, and I judged that it would be sufficiently large to seal the pipe. I picked it up and laid it on the opening of the tube. It proved to be not big enough, and the rock began to rattle down the pipe, not sliding but turning end-over-end, down towards the assembled boggarts below, whose pale, deadpan faces I could see staring up at me. Their almost expressionless faces began to contort into aspects of hate...
Bladder alert!
I need to drink less fluid before turning in: I could pitch some of these ideas to Hollywood.
maximus otter