Tables Under The Bed

I was at Mike's (former step-father) house with my wife, Em, and I decided to go to Pleasant Valley Church to look for my old friend Andy. I was walking along in front of the church where the sign is, but I didn't see him anywhere, so I went back to Mike's house.

I had been in the process of setting up the downstairs bedroom for me to stay in. I had setup my computer and a stereo of some sort, and I was getting a desk and dresser in place. Then I turned towards the bunk bed on the opposite wall of the room from the window. There were a number of the plastic magazine totes (like what you see for storing magazines on shelves at the library) under the bed and facing out towards the middle of the room.

After clearing out the magazines, I looked behind where they had been. There was a short window (like a basement window) on the left hand side that was letting in light that looked like it was from an early evening sunset. Back against the far wall were two stacks of foldable tables kind of like they use for cafeterias. Even though the bed was normal length, the tables were about six feet long each, and the two stacks were positioned end to end, creating a twelve foot long space under the bed.

The tables were dusty and dirty and smelled a bit. I didn't want to mess with them because I somehow knew that they either had bodies in between them or people had died on them or something. Em came in and pulled one out from under the bed and laid it on the bottom bunk. She then climbed up on it and laid down. She kind of sunk into the table a bit, almost as if it were a tempur-pedic mattress. I told her that I was afraid of the bodies and she needed to put it back. She tried to tell me at first that everything was fine, but I was certain that it wasn't.

She got off the mattress/table and put it back under the bed. We talked about it for a moment, and we decided that it was best to call the police and let them come deal with taking out all the tables because then they could deal with the bodies. It wasn't so much that I was afraid of getting in trouble, but more like I was afraid of having to touch or see the bodies and they might give me nightmares. Em agreed and the dream ended.