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Bree had to wake me up last night because I had an actual nightmare, the kind you have as a kid that scare the living shit out of you. For the record, "Nightmares" for me usually involve the Alien, or zombies, and while frightenijng, they tend to be exhilerating at the same time. This one was neither, it just scared the hell out of me.

It started with me pulling up to an old house. The context of the dream was that i was in the story of a TV show (at least, thats what it was in the beginning). I got out of my car and was on my cell phone with my wife, talking to her about whether i thought i really needed to continue on with what i was doing, it was just a TV show story i was living, i could leave and not worry about whatever crap was going to happen.

I will take a second to tell you that even in my dreams, i should just listen to my wife... She is usually right.

Anyway, i was walking past some mercedes, bmws, and other expensive cars of people who had gotten there ahead of me. It was a bog old vixtorian house, sitting on the top of a hill, surrounded by trees (which had overly shiny, overly green leaves), and the sun was sitting with just the top 5th over the horizon. I went to the door and knoicked, as i was getting off the phone with Bree, telling hwer i loved her, all the while imaging that waiting inside was a giant jumping spider waiting ot pounce. i could not imagine that the TV people were able to dreamup anything too scary for me.

I ended up openening the door and letting myself in. the place was old, dirty and messy, but i couldnt see anyone. And there was no giant spider. I saw a light was on, so i went upstairs to see if anyone was there. There was a kitchen at the top of the stairs.

In the kitchen, right by the door,was a tall paper bag with handles, the kind you would get at a Macy's, with a garbage bag inside, like it was being used as a trashcan. There was a little girl standing there in her pajamas, holding a stuffed lamb, digging in the trash. My dad instinct kicked in, and i said "Honey, dont play with that, plastic bags arent for little girls"

She looked back at me and had a grown woman's face.

i walked past into the kitchen, freaked out. she ran toawrd a door on the other side of the kitchen, and opened it. there was another woman wearing a night gown (an older woman, mid 50s) and tugged on it. She glared at me, and although she didnt say anything, I heard "WHat are you doing here?!"

i just shook my head, i didnt know what to say. She reached over and opened a closet door in the kitchen. The woman had changed, her face looked like a small round, evil clown head, only without makeup. i know i have seen it somewhere outside of the dream, but i dont know where (no, not killer clown s from outer space), and she grew long man arms, and began reaching for me.

However, something worse came out of the closet. it looked like a shorter old woman, her skin was desicated and deeply wrinkled. She had a couple of rotten patches on her skin. For all intents and purposes, she looked like an unwrapped, slightly rotten mummy in an old lady's nightie, but she had normal eyes. she charged me, grabbing my arms (which I FELT...Iusually dont feel things in dreams) and opening her mouth to bite me as she forced me into the counter.

I woke up to Bree shaking me and telling me i must be having a nightmare. I thanked her and just lay there, completely stunned. NOTHING like that had ever happened before, not even when i was a kid.

I heard Lily make anoise over the monitor, and was terrified to leave the bed and walk across the house to check on her. Especially in my adult life, I have never been that shaken by a dream before.