Last night I dreamed I was in the bedroom of someone I used to know a long time ago. The headboard of his bed was decorated with dollies, hanging by their hair, and numerous bags of candies and confections.
I looked away, disturbed. This was really, really creepy. Almost like a trap to lure small children. Exactly like that kind of trap. I pondered these things as I glanced out a window and saw a giant pink thing rapidly descending from the sky. As it grew closed I realized it resembled an enormous index finger and thumb.
The behemoth appendages stopped at the edge of the roof and… flicked it, as one might do to an annoying insect. The house and all of its contents- myself included - toppled and twisted through the air, only to land gently in a farming compound.
I went outside to check around and found a number of farming cultists seated around a campfire and singing. I quickly pulled out of sight and locked the doors.