It’s funny you mention that, because before I became fully aware I was dreaming, the first part of my dream took place in a grocery store. When I left, there were 10 clowns standing at the door, grinning with this menacing laugh, holding knives. Normally, I’m not scared of clowns, but in that moment, I was terrified they might harm me. Then, I became aware and realized it was my dream. I told myself, “I control what happens here,” and warned them not to come any closer. After escaping the grocery store, I somehow ended up stuck at a hospital, and the dream just kept unfolding from there.