Bathroom Monologue: Hunting Dreams

Papa hunts nightmares, but forbids his sons from following suit. In his youth he lost too many brothers to the shadowy figures spawned from Horror films watched before bed. Until they mature the young Folgians have been warned to stalk nothing bigger than a teen realizing she’s come to class naked. They move quietly, shoot soundlessly, harvest and cure the untainted meat, and mount the heads of the most fearsome game on their walls. The oldest boy has six heads of drunken fathers lining the space above his cot. Above all, they grant restful dreams, particularly to exhausted souls that have a meeting tomorrow morning.