The Dreams of Hannah

I had a dream that Sarah L. recommended this movie to me called "Mrs. Medved's Head." She said it was a really scary movie, so I rented it and it started out with this little kid walking into a haunted house where a severed head sat on a shelf. The head was alive, though, and this invisible ghost guy would whisper things to the head and make her say it, except mostly he made her spell it out. He would say, "Say bed," and she'd go, "B-E-D."

So he says to her, "Say DC." And she went, "D-C. D-C. D-C-T. DC Talk. I need to talk to dc Talk." (LOL... took it a bit further than the guy needed her to.) So the little kid asked, "Why do you need to talk to dc Talk?" and they struck up a friendship, the little kid and (presumably) Mrs. Medved's head.

Somewhere along the way he became like her slave or something and she turned him into an ice kid, but she took away his legs and he just floated along. Then someone killed Mrs. Medved's head (how, I'm not sure) and we realized that this kid could never go back to normal life because he was a frozen metal kid who had no legs, and as it got warmer his skin would crack and fall off. He was sitting on Mom's lap and we were all crying because it was so sad that this kid was just going to die.

Labels: dc talk, mom, sarah l