The Trouble With Deep One


I can’t resist this one.

I dreamed that my son and I were at a beach house vacation with a couple buddies of mine. While my son was out, we were attacked by a Deep One; the three of us killed it, but we had no idea what to do with the body in broad daylight–I was half convinced there was a real person under a suit I couldn’t find.

Then my father arrived for a visit. He was much different than I remember when he was alive 18 years ago (he seemed like an old man) and there was some farcical rushing around as he cleaned up the place and my buddies had to hide the boy from him. Then, suddenly, we were having a big party; my father wanted to hang with me, my son kept misbehaving and I had no idea where the Deep One’s body was. In that room? That one? Where could I give my son a time out where my father, trailing behind, wouldn’t trip over a monster’s corpse?