Nightmare

I've, unfortunately, started having nightmares again. Last year I had one almost every single night for months, but then I had a break where I thought they were gone for good. The nightmare I had last night was seriously creepy and probably one of the worst ones I've ever had.
I remember being at this high school or college that had a theme park attached to it for the students. Everything seemed fantastic - roller coasters, carnival games, a place to get sno-cones, and the other typical stuff you'd find. Throughout the theme park I kept noticing these 3 guys, dressed in dark colors, who were walking around and everybody was afraid of them. One guy looked a little disfigured, like Sloth in The Goonies.

It was after a few minutes where the Sloth-y guy started going after people so that he could rip off their faces. When he was doing that, he'd hum to himself the "Itsy Bitsy Spider" nursery rhyme (and for those of you who are unfamiliar with my phobias, I'm afraid of spiders...). Pretty twisted, eh? Of course, me being the scared little white woman, I started running. I don't know about you guys, but having the skin of my face torn off isn't on my life "to-do" list.

I finally got to a place where I was able to hide. It was a car my Mom used to have - a 1990 Honda Accord. I got into the passenger side, covered myself with a black blanket, and slouched down so far I hoped people would just walk on by the car.

Since I'm just the luckiest person in the world (did you all detect that heavy use of sarcasm?), creepy Sloth man pinned a person down on the trunk of the Accord, and I got to hear his demented tune. Now that I think about it, I remember him wearing a black, floppy cowboy hat... like the one The Undertaker (famous wrestler) wore. Yow!

Anyways, so there I was in the car, freaked the hell out. One of the guys was standing next to the passenger door so I slouched down lower. Again, with my amazing luck, I got screwed. The guy looked in the window, saw me, and even though I put my finger up to my mouth giving him the "shhh" sign, the bastard opened the door. I threw the blanket off quickly, ran up to the guy, and then used a tactic that I was hoping would work.

In every group of bad guys, there is always the lonely outcast. The little spy or henchman who is only good when you need him. The guy who opened the door was one of those guys. In a split second I knew I could try and manipulate him, and being a woman, I used myself to do that. When I went up to him, I whispered in his ear "please don't, I'll do anything for you."

Right, so now that I'm laughing to myself, I have to ask - if a man had a woman come up and whisper in his ear that she is willing to do anything for/to him, wouldn't horribly naughty thoughts cross his mind clouding his judgement? YOU BET!

After I did that, I backed off, gave him a little wink, and then I woke up - only to have "Itsy Bitsy Spider" in my head. So damn creepy!

Happy Thursday everybody......