And where are all the dreams kept, that we

And where are all the dreams kept, that we can't remember in the mornings? Are they locked up, somewhere, that we access at death? Or are they incinerated in the

slow awakening of the conscious mind, purging thought and feelings - to be forgotten..." Alas the Sandman wouldn't answer my questions. I resolved to find out where he kept all his

sandified secrets.

We took that to be a reference to the pictographs inside the canyon where most of the sacrifices were performed. With so much mingling of the blood, some of these species might not

have been identified correctly when we tried to sample them. I shifting the photos of the pictographs around. If the point of the sacrifices were to raise demons then they should

bloody well have been raised by now. Instead, I have a sacrificial mess to clean up and not a demon in sight. Except maybe some inner demons. When I get my hands on the guy who

who sold me that Deluxe Do-it-yourself Exorcism Kit, I’m gonna shove it up his…bah…who am I trying to kid? My Mother always said you get what you pay for. I can hear her laughing

as the dog leash ran out inside the elevator with the dog on the other side. She did like to rub it in. Mothers, you can’t live with them. You can’t be alive without one. Home exor

cism wasn't something to be taken lightly. The dog survived last time, had a demon taken hold of it again? Thank goodness for mothers. When you need a good exorcism, call your mom.

She answered the phone. "Hi Mom, It me Cletus your firstborn son again." Nothing except I could hear Baby Elephant Walk was playing. I hung up. This demon was my baby now.