I had a very odd dream last night. it started off with 3 others and myself going into a haunted mansion. we were looking to catch ghosts for some reason. one of the people with me was my dad in the dream. The other two were a young couple, male and female, about my age. My dad lead the expedition and told the others that I was the expert, which was the case.

We were in the first room when we saw the first ghost. it looked a bit like a human only white and clear. I shined my flashlight on it and it froze. we then captured it, I didn't see the device because I was too busy holding the flashlight so that the whole ghost was in the light at all times. We got it.

After that we heard a little girl's voice behind us saying something that I couldn't quite make out. We turned and there was a little girl who had a blank expression on her face. I, being the expert, walked up to her and noticed that here eyes didn't dilate, yet it was obvious that she wasn't blind. she had a ghost in her. it was a harmless ghost, but a ghost nonetheless. we decided to ask her to come with us, she said yes.

the next room we went into was the kitchen. all over the floor was these things that looked like sticks but the were moving up and down on the floor. they looked like stick hands to me. they had five stick fingers on one end, and one "arm" that ended abruptly, at any given point it was about 1/3rd of an inch in diameter. I told everyone not to touch them, that if we did something bad would happen. the little girl said that they wouldn't kill or injure us, but we should keep our distance. my dad, who was wearing a backpack, grabbed a book from his pack. he flipped a few pages and read some information aloud. they were called demon hands. they would grab onto a person's face and then die. but the person would turn into the form of a helldog. We didn't look up what a helldog was, but I knew.

a helldog was a creature that walked on all fours, was covered in hair, and was dog like in many aspects. it could freely move through solid objects, and was one of the few ghosts that couldn't be captured. they also could create, manipulate, and destroy fire at will, as well as being immune to it's effects. they were commonly known to surround themselves with fire. and though they could move through solid objects, they are subject to gravity when in a fluid, such as water or air.

The girl from the couple that were with us noticed one on the counter, I told her to kill it by smashing it with something, she freaked out and threw it at me and yelled "you do it" I was looking a different direction when she said that, and looked over just in time to see the demon hand flying straight towards my face, it grabbed on an immediately let go. it then shriveled up and disappeared. I yelled at her. " Do you see what you've done! I'm the only one that understands ghosts. we can't go on because I'm about to" at that point I changed and the only sounds I could make were roars, snarls, and growls.

I was pissed, so I figured I would see if I had the powers of the helldogs. I walked straight at a wall, expecting to be able to go right through. when I cam into contact with the wall is seemed like air, I walked right through it. I'm just wondering the house, not paying attention to where I was when I heard a small girl's voice calling me, I knew it must be the girl that was with us, so I though I would just false into the floor and travel in it to where they were. they were in the dining room.. everyone was sitting at the table, a spot was cleared for me. I came up through the floor and saw the girl I was pissed at and roared and next thing I know there is flames around me. they weren't touching anything but me, so nothing was catching fire. the girl got out of her chair and walked up to me, she went to put her hand on my head to pet me. I calmed down and the flames disappeared before here hands got to were the fire was. she got back on her seat and I sat next to her.

after that I was no longer the main character in my dream, my dad was. at first he tried to change me back, then he tried to get rid of the things that changed me, and but in the end he just was trying to get out alive. I was forgotten in the dream. lost, alone, unwanted. my father had given up hope of getting me back, even though I was still me, I just looked different and had the abilities of the helldogs. it wasn't long in the dream before I was no longer mentioned, or thought of at all. I was no longer in the dream, I was watching what happened, but I was no longer a part of it.

I woke up feeling like I was worthless and unneeded even though I was the most usefully of anyone. I don't think I'm the most useful, but in the dream I was, so I woke up feeling I was. it's a horrible feeling when you are able to help, but no one wants it, or remembers you.