The Return of the Terrible Child

Last night I dreamed about the terrible child again. But in my dream I was “remembering” an aspect of the original Terrible Child dream that I had forgotten. The father and the terrible child were older now and the father still had the bungee hook stuck in his brain. But his hair had grown around it and he looked just fine. The terrible child was standing on a molehill with a crowbar, about to do something terrible to a little girl, when suddenly the crowbar dropped from his hands. His father asked him why he had dropped the crowbar. The terrible child became shy, and blushed, and whispered to his dad that he was getting older and that he was tired of being terrible and that he wanted to take the girl out instead to the movies.