I Killed a Basilisk!

   This is a weird dream that I just had. I’m writing it down while I can still remember parts of it.

   For some reason, me and my family immediately sensed that there’s a basilisk outside of our house, trying to break in and kill all of us. My mom’s out working and my older brother’s not in the house, so that leaves just me, my younger brother, my elder sister and my dad. My sis and dad went up to the second floor and barricaded themselves in their respective rooms; so that just leaves me and my bro to deal with it.

   For some reason, my bro went outside, and hearing nothing after a while, I concluded that the worst happened. So, somehow (again), I managed to run to the nearest grocery store in the neighbourhood, one run by a Chinese couple that I and everyone in my family have known for generations. I asked the aunty there for “a live rooster”; and surprisingly, she had one in stock (she kept it in a sliding door closet outside the house. And for an old Chinese lady, she seems to know surprisingly a lot of basilisks. She told me that’s the last live chicken she has.

   Cock in hand (*giggles*), I went home, walked straight until I”m near the basilisk, and as if on cue, the cock started to crow. I peeked a little bit and found some sort of weird maze-like structure starting to hiss and shrink; the more the cock crows, the smaller it gets. Finally, it gets really small, and I tried to make the cock eat it and be done with it. Unfortunately, the thing is quite poisonous, and the cock dies. Oh well, it has done its duty.

   I went inside again, and told everything to my father. He asked me if the basilisk is totally gone, and I said no, there’s still some of the weird maze-like structure left. Smiling (huh??), he said I need to finish it off, since the basilisk can still regenerate out of that. I rushed down to confirm it myself, and already the thing has grown into a small, dandelion-puffball-like… thing.

   I rushed to my dad and asked him for money to buy a second rooster, but he just laughed and said no, it’s too much of a waste. I screamed at him saying how he can think about money at a critical time like this; deciding to do something, I ran down, where I found my brother already recovered from the first attack. With much difficulty (there’s as if some sort of force is going against me), I closed down the door, yelled at my brother to help me barricade it, while I snuck out to the nearest wet market.

   Then I woke up.