BAD Dreams

I know it's early but, rest assured, there will be more later.  I HAD to tell you about this horrible dream I had.  Here it goes...

Jon and I were in a HUGE hotel.  It's not the other ones I normally dream about.  It was massive.  We were touring our room after just getting there and turned the corner by the bathroom.  There was a body curled up inside an older model heater (with the heating coils).  We called hotel security and they brought out the police and cleaning crew.  No, I wasn't freaking out and no this isn't the bad part.  I guess the cleaners got it done in record because we were able to sleep in the room that night.  I kept telling Jon I didn't want to sleep in there, it felt weird.  He insisted that it was fine and we went to bed.  I climbed over him to get to he wall and shoved myself up close to it.  Jon wanted to fool around, so we did.  As he was taking off his shirt there were two shadows on the wall (when there should have only been one).  The shadow started to attack my husband!!  Crazy thing is, he didn't seem to notice.  It pulled the joints out of his fingers and he would scream and his face would get distorted.  It ripped his skin and the same thing happened.  After every attack he went about like it was nothing.  I woke up startled and wouldn't you know, Bowie had his furry face right there.  Scared the crap out of me.  I screamed.

I kept having weird dreams the rest of the night.  I was back in the 7th grade (why do I always go back then?).  It was school that I haven't dreamed about in a long time.  I didn't recognize any of the faces but obviously these were my tight knit group of friends.  We started noticing strange things happening around campus.  Finally one or two of us ended up being possessed (for lack of a better word).  No one would believe us though.  I woke up and when I fell back to sleep The dream sort of just continued.  We were in a house this time though.  I knew it was still me and my friends because I found the guy who was my boyfriend.  Anjelica Houston was there.  We were still trying to figure out what happened and why.  I can't remember a lot of it but it was mostly looking in random rooms and seeing terrible, ghostly things.  By the end we were still trying to convince people that we were seeing these things.  One "teacher" says, "We know what you're talking about.  It's been going on since you guys left 28 years ago."  All of a sudden my hands started to change and I got taller and I looked more like me.  The walls peeled back and I was in an asylum.  I woke up then.

I don't know what it was, but I am not going to reaper the exact same series of events that I did last night.  It led to some terrifying dreams (for me at least)...