A Dream of Christmas (kinda)

None of this dream has any basis in reality.  None of the characters I will reference actually exist.  I wasn't even myself.  Keep that in mind.

The dream started by me and my friends taking a trip to a remote apartment building that my dad went to as a kid.  It was run by a friend of his, so he let us stay in one of the vacant buildings.  However, when we got there, the place was set up as a trap.  There were killer stuffed bunnies in the cabinets.  We immediately knew about the bunnies because of the incessant giggling coming from the cracks in the old wood, and got worried due to all the easter candy strewn about to coax them out of hiding and into a murderous rage.

I decided to call my "father" to help out, to which he got very worried.  Apparently, that apartment was built over the burial ground of some evil spirit him and his friends had defeated as children and that demon now is resurfacing as killer bunnies in the cabinets.  He went to tell his friend who owned the building, who apparently decided it would be a good idea to enlist a film crew to watch the carnage from a Big Brother view instead of trying to do anything about it.  My dad wasn't happy, but couldn't do anything about it because he didn't own the building.

A couple of my friends decided to go to the north pole and enlist the help of Santa, who happens to be a deranged psychopath, but has the proper technology to battle demons from beyond.  But instead of coming right away, he needs to run some tests on some experimental weapons first.

So, we just waited in the apartment, mostly out of the kitchen, hoping they didn't escape from the cabinets.  At one point, the bunnies started talking.  They started pleading to be let out.  They tried all sorts of reasons, mostly involving easter candy.  One actually said "Let us out so we can eat your souls!" to which another replied "You idiot!  Now I'm going to eat YOUR soul!" followed by a sound I can't completely describe, but somehow was immediately recognized as the sound that would be made if a stuffed bunny was eating your soul. 

After discovering what threat these cabinet dwellers could provide, we started watching a movie when some family members randomly stopped by for a visit.  For some reason, they were obsessed with cooking for us and constantly ran around the kitchen.  I tried to shuffle them away from the cabinets, which were beginning to shake and glow in the cracks.  They eventually left, just in time for Santa to show up in his Santamobile.  The santamobile was really a hover car that had a detachable set of skis.  I don't know why he had the skis if he could already fly with the thing.  Anyways, he reported that he failed to find the proper weapon to battle these things and we were screwed.  He left us to sit in wait of our impending doom when my alarm went off.