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Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. ~William Dement

Last night I thought for sure I was going to have horrible dreams. The Grudge 2 previews are playing all the time on TV now. This movie has haunted me more than any movie I have ever seen. When I was on my max I would have to close my eyes and scroll past it so I wouldn't have to look at the picture of the cover on my TV screen.

I had dreams about it.

Horrible gut wrenching dreams.

One, I was coaching cheerleading in Martensville. The stage was all closed off and the matts were up there so we decided to run practise on the stage. All is well until all the lights in the gym shut off. I think to myself, some stupid boys got into the school and turned off the lights. I walk down the stairs, the gym in still illuminated by the red exit sign lights. I hear this noise. A weird crackling back of the throat noise. If you've seen the movie or watched the previews you will know what I'm talking about. I look towards the sound and in the middle of the gym is that girl with the long black hair hunched over with her hair covering her face. See pulls her head up hard and her hair flips back and those eyes settle on me. She starts screaming and doing that weird crawling thing like a lizard that she does towards the stage door. I run up to the stage and the girls ask what is going on. At that instant all the stage lights shut off and there are girls running around screaming and bumping into each other. This is where I wake up in a sweat with butterflies in my stomach, so scared I can't move.

Two, I was Emco cleaning the offices on a late winter night. The whole warehouse was empty. I was all alone. Almost finished the cleaning, I was packing up and called for my ride to come pick me up.

*Up to this point actually did happen the night that I had the dream. I think what triggered this was when Mike Robson knew I was cleaning all alone he would call work and make that weird throat noise on the phone to try and scare me. It worked every time. Sometimes it would work so well that I would actually leave in the middle of cleaning and finish the next day*

I remembered that I had forgot to clean the mirrors in the bathrooms. There were 4. I went to the 1st mirror. As I was wiping away the Windex I saw an image go across the mirror behind me. I sluff it off. Thinking it's just the streaks in the mirror as I wipe. Go to the second, same thing. Third, I didn't see anything. Whew, it was all just in my head. Then I went to do the 4Th and final mirror. Again, I saw the image. This time I knew it was something. I ran out of the bathroom and I saw the figure run to the back of the warehouse. This is where I developed super power sight and could see through all the walls in the building to the back of the warehouse where it was running around. I yelled "I can see you! I can see you!" It stopped, looked at me with those eyes. I had run to the front door hoping and praying that my ride would come and save me. Then it started running from the back of the warehouse to the front. This is when my super power sight suddenly went away. I went around the corner into the boardroom and it was standing on the other side of the room. I yell at it again "I can see you!" It starts running at me. I yell again "I can see you, you mother fucker!" I wake up. Sitting straight up yelling. Then I cried.

I am not sure why this movie has bothered me so much. I watch scary movies all the time. I like getting scared. I'm easily scared. I can almost believe anything that happens and I get sucked in very easy. Problem with this movie is that I actually really believe that the theory behind this movie is true.

When someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage... a curse is born. The curse gathers in that place of death. Those who encounter it will be consumed by its fury.

I just had to go to the web site to get this quote. The things I do for this blog is mind bloggling. You want to be scared? Go see for yourself.

Where was I? Right. I thought I was going to have horrible dreams last night. I slept on my couch in preparation for it with the TV going and the lights on. Boy was I wrong. I had one of those dreams that after you wake up you try desperately to fall back asleep in order to continue on. It didn't work.

Last night I was taking a boxing class from someone who looks kinda like this



I was on some army base. Yeah. I know. Lucky! As I'm taking tips from my instructor we move in closer. And you know in the movies when they zoom in on two people who's faces are so close to kissing and they start spinning around on the screen as if to imply that the whole world is disappearing? Yeah like that. Up close to this.




So anyways, we are interrupted by some chaos on the base. Turns out some terrorists have trapped some people in a giant cargo plane that they started on fire. We run together to the plane. I grab his giant army knife from his hands and without even thinking twice I run into the burning plane and start cutting people free. I come out with my face covered in black scum from the fire but I still manage to look like a super model. I become a hero facing a raging fire to save the lives of strangers. And he has this look on his face like you are so frickin hot and he's walking towards me in that army walk way looking like this.



Then I wake up. And he's not finished walking towards me. So I lay there trying to pick up where I left off but it didn't work. Sigh. Now I'm left wondering what could have happened.