We had a scary start to our day when I went to wake up Sebastian for school at 6am.
I placed my hand on his arm just like I do every morning, and say his name.
I always say "Good morning Sebastian, it's 6am, time to wake up for school."
Except when I did that this morning, he started crying and screaming, covered his face with his hands, and just cried and sobbed, screaming that we (Mark and I) were dead, that the cats were all dead too.
As he kept crying, I kept trying to get him to calm down and really wake up, to open his eyes.
I told him today's date, Wednesday October 21st, his name, Sebastian, my name, Mom, what time it was, 6am, where Mark was, in the bathroom, that it was ok, he had a bad dream, a nightmare, nothing happened, we were both ok, the kitties were all ok.
When he 'woke up', he was laying down still, but sprang up from his waist and grabbed onto me pulling me down toward him by my waist, he clutched me so tightly, he was still crying, tears streaming down his face now like pouring water, his light gray t-shirt now patches of dark gray and wet from the tears.
He kept telling me that it was so real, so vivid, that there was so much blood, and "Mom! It's not today! It's not today! It happens tomorrow! October 22nd! The calendar, I know the date, I was at school, it's tomorrow mommy!" and he burst into wailing sobs again.
I finally got him calmed down after about 10 minutes, he was still clutching me, I was bent over at the waist being held onto so tightly by my visibly terrified son, but he finally let me go and when I stood up, I pulled the muscle in the right side of my lower back.
I grimaced in pain but wanted him to tell me what was going on, but I kept repeating that it was just a very bad dream, that everything was all ok, and he kept saying that it wasn't.
I had him come out to the living room and sit on the couch where he grabbed my hand wicked tight, tears still streaming down his face, and he made me promise, swear to him, that when he left for school today and tomorrow, that I locked the door up tight, put all of the locks on it, slide the 2x4 under the doorknob, make sure the back door was locked and that the alarm batteries were still good.
He told me to put the laundry basket, both of the bicycles, and the wagon with the action figures and the toy truck accessories in it, put all of that stuff in front of the back door, to make sure that all of the cats were ok and in the house, to not let Carmine out until he comes home from school, because "Mom, it happens tomorrow!!
I was starting to get very worried and upset myself, he was just crying and crying, talking about locking the house up, protecting the cats, that something really bad was going to happen tomorrow, and it was all based on a nightmare that he had.
When I finally got him to tell me exactly what he was talking about, I was really upset, not scared, but upset that he had had such a horrible, vivid, and extremely detailed nightmare, and that I had to send him to school because it's FCAT testing for some of the students this week, and he's one of them, plus he missed 3 days the week before last because he was sick.
I placed what he told me behind the cut because it is detailed and graphic, so do not read if you get upset about murders of both people and pets.
Mom and Dad, you should NOT read this. Sebastian is ok, he left for school and he was ok, calm, and he fully understands that it was all just a very bad dream, that none of it was real at all.
I promise, he really was ok by the time he left, if he hadn't had FCAT testing today, I would have kept him home because of this, because he cried the whole time he was telling me about the nightmare.
He remembered every single nasty detail, and he just kept crying and crying, his face was all red and he soaked his t-shirt with his tears.
I got him to completely calm down before he took his shower, helped him get a towel and his clothes ready, I also got his backpack and sneakers ready so when he got out of the shower, he could just get dressed and be ready to go.
I made him eat some breakfast and have a big cup of cool water to drink slowly, and I kept reassuring him that it was all ok, that it was all just a dream, that nothing at all was going to happen to Mark and I, or the kitties, either today or tomorrow.
He still made me swear to lock up the house completely today and tomorrow, he said he knew it was all just a dream, but it would make him feel better if I locked up the house.
I agreed to lock it up tight, hugged and kissed him again, he assured me that he was ok now, that he was going to be ok, and I kept assuring him that he was ok too.
Below the cut is a very detailed re-telling of his dream, what I heard him say through his tears, I may have even heard some parts of it wrong because of how heavy he was sobbing, but I think this is what all he said.
Please don't read if you could get upset, it upsets me because of how vivid and real it was for him, because he was just so scared, and hearing him tell it to me, I would have been scared if I had a nightmare like this too.
What he told me, what he was absolutely convinced was going to happen was, that when he goes to school tomorrow, 2 men are going to come to the house in the afternoon around 1pm or a little bit after, knock on the door, and when I answer it because they tell me they are from the water company, they bust through the door and kill us, Mark, myself, and the 4 kitties, he doesn't know why they kill us.
Sebastian said when he reaches the front door after school, he sees blood on the step, on the doorknob, and the door.
A lot of blood, it's just all over the front door, and it's slightly cracked open.
He goes into the house very carefully and quietly, and that's when he sees the the 2 men all dressed in black hoodies with masks, he can't see their faces or skin color, they are wearing black head to toe, gloves, masks, and they race past him, pushing him over onto the bloody couch and out of their way to get out of the house.
He says he then sees blood all over the living room, the carpet, the couches, he was slumped on the bloody sofa from being pushed over, there's blood on the tv screen and stand, he nervously makes his way to the kitchen where there's more blood, he's calling for us as loud as he can, calling for Mark and I, there's no answer, he runs to Mark's room where there's more blood, he lifts Mark's comforter to find his brother covered in blood and his skull is crushed.
Mark was asleep when the attack happened, he never even had a chance to try to fight back.
His brother's head and body were beaten badly, he had been stabbed, and throat cut.
He said he was crying, yelling for me, calling for the cats, he runs into his room, there is more blood but no one, not me, and none of the cats, so he goes to the bathroom where the door is closed, he opens the door and flips the light switch on and finds all 4 of the cats hanging from the shower curtain rod, they had been stabbed, Kali and Nova had been skinned, all of them dead, he is yelling for me even louder now, crying, screaming at the top of his lungs for help, screaming for help and no one is coming to help him, no one answers him.
He walks slowly into my room and as he reaches for the light switch, he slips on some blood on the floor, he gets the light on, there is blood everywhere, my entire bed soaking wet with blood, the walls splattered with it, he sees clumps of my hair and some skin on the bed and floor, a finger by the dresser, my clothes cut up and bloody just tossed around the room.
He can't see me, he can't find me, he's afraid that I am under the bed, as he's crying and shaking, he gets down on his hands and knees to look under the bed.
I am not under the bed, but he sees another finger, he's just screaming so much and so loud now, he says he can't hear anything but his own screams, and he sees the closet doors, they have bloody hand prints all over them.
He places his hands on the doors, he's crying and shouting "no" over and over, he opens the doors where he finds me cut up in pieces, my hands cut off and he can see that's where the fingers came from, he sees a leg, an arm, my head, he just keeps saying no no no, and he finally bolts from the house and into the carport just as tons of police cars, an ambulance, and firetrucks are pulling in.
An officer grabs him, tries to ask him what's happened, and all he can get out of his overworked throat is "They're dead! They're all dead! My Mommy! My brother! My kitties! All dead! Help me please help me!"
And that's when I touched his arm and said his name to wake him up.