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I Hope It's Not Recurring

I had a very realistic, very bad dream last night.

I was in a hotel, staying alone. I can't quite remember the context, but I know it was a hotel. It was the middle of the night, but I was awake and standing in the room next to the bed. A dark presence was in the bed, a malevolent presence, some sort of evil being.

I knew that this evil being was there for me.

I remember asking, "Who are you?"

It didn't answer, but the evilness grew and began to come after me, and I got really scared. I started to run toward the door to try to get away, and then I said to myself, "I think this is a dream; wake up!"

And I felt this weird rising sensation, like I was accelerating through the layers of consciousness, and I opened my eyes and was in my own warm bed. So I reached over to Joe and put my hand in his, just to reassure myself that all was well.

I've had a couple of these types of nightmares before. They always involve me being in a hotel. They always involve an evil being who is after me. I always pull myself out of the dream, either by realizing it's a dream while I'm dreaming, or by suddenly waking up in a cold sweat with my heart racing.


I always wonder if there's any meaning to these dreams. I've heard that you dream about your hopes and fears. Well, this falls pretty squarely in the "Fears" category, I suppose -- but could there be a deeper meaning? Some kind of precognition warning me about some disease lurking inside me or some event about to take place that I'm unprepared for?

I don't know. Maybe it's just a dream. Or maybe I should avoid Frito pie and root beer for dinner.