nightmare

Dream Fragment: A man is in our house. He is faceless and normal-looking. Mom turns away and I am left alone with him. He is going to hurt me.

I'm in a trailer that I've dreamed of before. The back door is huge and white. The window in it is larger than most. I don't like it. The thing I hate most about it is the fact that the window isn't made of glass, it's just a flimsy screen and it has a big hole in it about the size of my fist. Sometimes the door won't lock or even close properly. I don't have to worry about that this time. I just have to worry about the hole in the door and the man who keeps staring through it. He's a very bad man. I fear him greatly. I'm terrified he'll figure out that he can get through the hole. I pray he doesn't.

I'm standing in a huge, bright bathroom. I'm in front of a mirror, looking into it. The longer I stare the stranger my appearance becomes. My reflection starts rapidly changing and flashing. My eyes flip between colors and what I see happening scares me. I finally step back from the mirror and scream. I'm hit with a wave of terror and run towards the bathroom door. I try to open it but it's locked. I jiggle the handle a few times, terrified that there's something in the room with me. The door suddenly swings open.

Stiles Stilinski and I are walking fast out of an apartment complex. He's holding my hand and we hurry to the parking lot. We walk up to a light blue, 50's-looking car. The doors are open and it looks like it was broken into. Stiles tells me to get in and I do. He starts the car and we speed away. We end up in my old house on Almond Drive, but the inside is my Uncle's house. My dad is there. I walk up to him and punch him really hard in the face. I then leave the house and start running down the street. Someone, a man, is chasing me. I can't see his face and he's right behind me. I finally stop and fall to the ground in front of a group of people. I recognize some of them. I turn around and the man is right in my face. I close my eyes. When I open them again a few seconds later, Stiles and I are in the Almond Drive house kitchen, staring at a fish tank. We are watching a beautiful white cat with blue eyes. He's swimming and looking at us. I know that the cat is still too young. But as soon as he is old enough, I will take him from the tank and keep him. Stiles agrees. And then we are back at the apartment complex. We are leaving in a hurry again. Stiles is holding my hand tighter and we are walking faster. I look behind me and there is a woman staring at us from a balcony. It makes me horribly uneasy. Stiles notices her too and hurriedly pulls me into the same old car. We speed away.