Make sure to read this story before you do. ;)

http://www.horror.com/forum/showthread.php?t=23630

You're tired of inconsiderate people taking an exorbitant amount or time to get their crap rung up and get out of your way.

Last night I dreamt that I was being hunted down by the Korean mafia. They were staked out in the building next to the hotel I was staying at.

Actually I had one when I was a teenager that stuck with me. I tend to have really vivid nightmares, and I have them fairly often. I think that is why I don't sleep. ANYWAY, as I was saying....;) when I was sixteen I had a dream that I was a little blind girl (it wasn't me, but I had the feeling it was me, like I was outside of myself, watching myself.....and does that make any sense at all?) walking, stumbling along the side of the road. A man picks her up, no one I know, they ride for awhile, but he finally stops in front of an old, abandoned house. They never go inside. She pulls out a knife and slits his throat. I wake up. I have no way of coveying to you all how much this dream freaked me out. Well, I still remember it, so I guess that says something.

It was either him or you. ;)

I used to have a re-occurring dream about the "Sweet Potato Man" who was made of his namesake and used a vacuum to suck up my family, friends, and various loved ones during different dreams.

LOL....that's kind of the feeling I had as well....;)


I also had a dream about giant grasshoppers once. And they were mean. Really, really mean. :o

I'm trying to remember the dream I had 2 nights ago, I can't remember anything about it, but I woke up shaking like I was scared.

Last night I had quite possibly the most horrifying nightmare that I have ever endured in my life.

I was in a cabin in Maine (no, no one I know actually owns a cabin in Maine, but it is very Stephen King, eh?), in a small town.

Suddenly I was warned by one of the "locals" that every year (coincidentally AT THAT TIME), the town is plagued and haunted by... THINGS.

So, accordingly, a brief period of time was spent boarding up the log cabin... and then... waiting.

The rest of the dream was spent defending myself and the few people in the cabin from HORRIBLE MUTANTS (yes, it's Stephen King write The Hills Have Eyes apparently). I tried to defend myself with a piece of wood, but it didn't have much affect.

you could have just plucked their eyebrows.