The thing grows

It's the first time I dreamed or that I noticed I dreamed about my father, whom I haven't seen for many years. It appeared that he was some kind of a criminal but he accepted me as son from the moment we met and treated me in a friendly manner. I was disturbed, though as the things I started to realize about him were too much for me to bear.

One was that he... had a child... or just a disfigured human being that he kept just for entertainment to look what would turn out of it. This thing was deaf and blind and its arms and legs didn't allow it to walk or even grab anything. It just laid unable to do anything and experience the world in any way. My father left it without any care but it kept on growing as fast as any normal baby. He knew that it wouldn't have any life but just out of curiosity, he let it exist not even making a deal out of it.

This thing was very similar to what I saw in a previous dream, where I felt that to some extent it was me. There the perception shifted and at one point I was looking at it, then I felt as I was it, or maybe I should say “him”. It's odd that this thing seems to have grown since the last time I saw it and just enough for it to be “plausible” in this dream world I keep on entering.