More Nightmares

Man, it's really late (or I guess, early), and I don't think I'll be able to sleep again tonight. I had a really bad dream again.

I was lying in bed, and I heard footsteps coming from my living room. I've had dreams like this a bunch lately, but I got out of bed, paranoid that someone had broken into my. I know, it's pretty stupid to think that, since I live in a pretty secure neighborhood/building. So I snuck out into the main room to try and scare the burglar away. In my living room, there was a guy, standing there, dressed in these weird robes. The robes were white, a really bright white, with these gold and red symbols all along the sleeves. I think it was hebrew, at least, that's kind of what it looked like. Anyway, he slowly turned, and his skin was a dark grey color, and his eyes were hollow holes. He had crooked teeth that were stained with some sort of thick, black liquid, and his mouth was twisted up in a horrible looking grimace. I know the guy didn't have any eyes, but I knew he was staring at me. I was so terrified, I couldn't even say a word, and he just stared at me. The room felt like it was getting smaller and smaller, and I was getting more and more claustrophobic, and then suddenly he opened his mouth. The sound was like nothing I have ever experienced. It was so loud it made my ears hurt, but I couldn't hear anything. I know, it sounds crazy, but it felt like there was a massive amount of pressure on my head, or something. Anyway, as he was screaming, thousands of flies came out of his mouth, shooting in thousands of diractions all at once. I guess that must have broke my trance orsomething, because I ran over to my room and slammed my door shut. I locked the door, and then sat in my bed, listening as the flies buzzed so loudly I could hear them from the next room. Eventually they faded away, and at some point I must have woken up. But the dream was so vivid I was paranoid that there were still flies in the living room. I finally worked up the courage to walk out of my room, and of course, there was nothing there. I'm an idiot sometimes! :)

So since then I've been typing this on my computer. Whenever I have a bad dream, I get extremely paranoid, and get this creepy feeling that I'm not alone in my house. I wish I could call Carrie. That would make me feel better. Sometimes I even think I hear footsteps, or someone knocking on a wall. My imagination running wild. Does that ever happen to any of you? Well, I'm goign to play some vids, and try to get my mind off of bad dreams. :)