One more bad dream could bring a fall...

Last night, I had this dream...

It was night, and dark, and I had to take something into this basement. The door to the basement was an old wooden dark blue colored thing. The door was hard to open, but I did it. AndI looked down the stairs. They disappeared into darkness.

And then I saw, heard and felt this...thing coming up the stairs. It was non-corporeal so it passed right through me when it got to me, but it was evil. pure evil, I could tell! After it went through me, I was cold and scared. I turned around and looked down the hall the way it had come, but there was nothing there. I turned back around and saw something else coming up the stairs. I don't know what it was except that it too was evil and it was SOLID! I slammed the door shut, but it was pounding on the other side, pushing it. I struggled to get the door locked and almost couldn't, but in the end, I succeded. Then I turned around to run out and -

-Behind me was the thing I was trying to keep in the basement. And it was on me! And I screamed.

And I woke up. I didn't scream for real, only in my dream, but my heart was pounding to fast I heard it in my ears, and I was gasping for breath. I got up and walked into the bathroom (right off my bedroom) and got a drink of water. As I stood in front of the sink, I could see into the mirror, and i could have sworn i saw movement from behind the shower curtain, even though i KNEW nothing was there.

And at just that precise moment, for whatever reason, the nightlight decided to go out. I have the nightlight right next to the sink so i can find my way to the sink and toilet in the middle of the night without having to turn on a light. And for whatever reason, it chose this exact minute to have the bulb blow.

I think I did scream a little when that happened.

i know I dropped the cup I was drinking from and ran back into the bedroom throwing on a light as soon as I could. The light helped. I kinda laughed a bit, knowing there was nothing there. I got back into bed, still chuckling at myself. I turned the light out...and noticed that my bedroom door was wide open (as I had left it). And on the other side was nothing but darkness!

I turned the light back on. I thought maybe I'd read a bit, and i did read about two pages in teh book i was reading, but I was so tired my eyes kept drifting shut. But i couldn't turn the light out. I knew in my head nothing was there....but I could still remember how I felt, allthe fear, when that thing got to me.

So i put the book down, left the light on, and went back to sleep.

Thank God I don't too often remember my dreams.

POLT

That couch would look totally great if it was on fire and being thrown from a bridge. - Justin Jorgenson, Obscene Interiors