Sometimes, most of the time, home was a safe place to be. Peaceful. Other times it was like this, with thunder rumbling from a faraway place that you only knew from your dreams.
And your nightmares, of course. That's where Jeremy met all the goblins and fought them and woke up wrapped in victorious armor of sweat. He wondered why he had more control over demons he faced in his dreams than whatever he encountered in the sunshine of day.
Timing was critical. He thought and he calculated and looked over his shoulder at the strangest red moon.