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I had not been sleeping well. I was having bad dreams that started out strange and became really frightening. In my dream, or nightmare, I’m suddenly standing in the backyard and the fence is open, and suddenly I notice I’m in my pajamas without any house shoes on, and I worry. I think about going inside, but there is a dark force there moving me past the wide open gate and nearly into the street against my will. A thick mist of fog surrounds me and the street, and I am, without warning, lying face down with my head to the street and the rest of me on the driveway. Suddenly, a white four door car appears a few feet away from my face, as if a form of dark magic is happening – bewitching me, and I can hardly move. I lift my head and can only raise it so far, enough to see that the headlights on the car are bright, almost too bright, for me to notice that the silhouette figure behind the steering wheel is female. The car starts up and I try with all my strength to get off the edge of the street, but it’s as if a force is holding me there. The most crazed and frightening thing happens next: the woman in the car tries madly to drive over my head! I keep trying as hard as I can to get up, but each time something dark prevents me from escaping the jaws of death, and finally I become too tired to move. I lay my head down onto the edge of the road and wait to die. I wait in agony for the moment that my head is crushed to bits and pieces on the street by the crazed and evil woman in the white car. Once it happens, I don’t die, and there is no damage to me – I can’t believe it. How is this possible? I had been run over by a car – well, my head had been driven over by a car, and I have survived without any injury.

The moment I stand up, I’m facing to my right and there is the white car with a heavy mist of fog on the inside and surrounding the car, too. I hear crazy laughing and stare hard into the foggy car. I cannot see inside at first because of the fog, but then it clears and I see a crazed woman who looks more like a ghostly apparition. It lasts for a minute, and the engine on the car cuts off along with the headlights. Then, the woman disappears and the car vanishes into the mist. I stand there looking dumbfounded out into the dark wooded creek at nothing.

Suddenly, I jerk awake the same way I’ve done in my other nightmares. Then I remember it was just another bad dream. I’m going insane.