Manifestation of Dreams

Name:            Casey
Email:           funker_vogt_@excite.com
Location:        In My Sleep
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Friday, August 04, 2000
Time:            08:29 PM

All of my life I have had terrifying nightmares. I am in an attic, alone, and everything is glowing with and antique brown light. There is a carousel full of horrific animals; tigers with women's bodies hanging out of their mouths, horses with their eyes sewn shut, babies shoved on the rails...ghastly images. There are children, pale children, with their eyes, mouths and ears crusted over with moist black scabs. They are shaped like tadpoles, no legs, just glistening, skinless tails. They have long fingers that taper to flat points. There are six of them and they chase me.

Now that I have given you the background, I will share my experience, which has been the most terrifying event of my life. I was driving up to Big Bear Lake, CA. for a weekend get away with some friends. It was just after sunrise and I was half way up the mountain. I had to stop to get gas at this little station in a town called Dear Lick (I know, funny name). I got out of the car, stretching and admiring the majestic view. I began to walk to the service booth when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.

Immediately my arms prickled with goosbumps and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I knew this was no deer or raccoon. it was white and shiny. F*ck...I just got chills again. Anyway, I continued walking to the service station. I hastily went inside and paid for my gas. As I was walking out to my car, I saw two more of those white flashes. being a scaredy cat, I ran back to the station and asked the woman to walk me out to my car. She did so begrudgingly and, as we were walking, she commented on how still it was. No birds. Nothing. That was when I saw the pale, thin, tapered hand pressed against the back trunk window of my car. I wouldn't get it. I pumped my gas and called the house where I was staying. I made them come down and ride back up with me. Now, it may have been shadows or a trick of the light, but it still haunts my memory...the image of that sickly, wet hand sliding down the glass and the pale, fleeting images in my peripheral vision. If you have any idea what this dream means or how I can be rid of it, please email me. Thank you.