I'm having a horror movie moment. I don't know if it's the impending Paranormal Activity movie coming up that has me freaked out or just me feeling really awful about something that I would feel God wouldn't waste his time saving me. I don't know. All I know is this simple dream has me awake 2 1/2 hours before work when my body could use all the sleep it could get and not stress in the early morning chill.
What I remember most in the dream was I was with Steven at my house. We had gotten done doing something, but I wasn't sure what. We were on a couch bed, which was new to me, in my downstairs living room. We both were trying to go to bed but Steven kept talking and cuddling me very close. Eventually I got better sense and hopped off the bed saying my parents were trying to sleep and we were being too loud. So I decided to go use the restroom.
Once in the restroom I saw myself in the mirror and there was a huge tuff of black hair all over the back of my head. I turned around, or messed with the lights because there was a moment when I couldn't see the mirror and when I could again, the tuff had moved to the top of my head. I grabbed the black hair and tugged on it to see if it really was attached to me. Then I pulled it back and say the glare eyes of the grudge girl staring at me in the mirror. I screamed for my mom but with my die throat that I've been having each morning, a hoarse scream was heard... or not heard and as I tried to frantically open the door some force was keeping it shut.
When I finally was about to inhale a deep breath and swallow some saliva to coat my throat I helled out one more time. This time I heard someone respond in which what ever was preventing the door from opening decided to leave and let me go. I ran up stairs and told my mom to look at my head immediately. I was also convinced I was going to have that movie moment that even if you tried to show someone else to make sure you weren't crazy they weren't going to see what you just witnessed.
Luckily, my mom registered the black hair and after I instructed her to look at it pulled back she about panicked. We got up and were ready to go find some exorcist or somebody to help remove whatever demon I was experiencing. As we headed down stairs, I yelled to Steven to come along. As much as I'd rather him not see what I was seeing, I also wanted him with me.
Once down stairs though, I saw these freaky green, vine looking arms starting to dangle down. I grabbed them and tried having Steven hold them away from my face since I was convinced that they were the things that were going to strangle me or something awful. Unfortunately Steven didn't grab them when I first tried handing them to him and they fell, one conveniently poking into my right ear. I tried to pull it out before it could latch on, but once again was too slow and though I freed the arm, part of it stayed behind and I could feel it swelling in my ear. I was pretty much freaking out in full blown hysteria. If there was anything freakier than a demon girl attached to the back of my head, it was having an earwig or other foreign object with a mind of it's own get trapped in my ears.
Thankfully, yet sadly, I woke up from the dream. I was grateful to be in my room, in my bed, with my ear feeling empty and my head feeling like normal. Then I realized I was alone and it was dark. Suddenly the dream flooded my mind and next thing I know is I can't sleep for fear of going right back to that awful dream but couldn't just stay awake because my head is good at freaking out over nothing. I figured the better choice was to wake up and come down here to tell you all the story. Here's hoping a nap is coming my way today.
