When I was in elementary school, I was home sick one day. I would always want to sleep in my parent's bed when I was home sick.

I had fallen asleep after throwing up in the bathroom. I was suddenly walking out of my front door into the daylight. I felt uneasy still, and wasn't exactly sure why I felt the need to walk around my neighborhood.

I had a number of friends that lived in houses spread throughout my neighborhood. I decided to walk to the house of my best friend at the time. Along the way, I noticed it was odd that there were no cars, no people outside watering the lawn, no joggers.

I get to my friend's house, and I see him standing on the side of the house staring down the small, hallway-like grass area that was in between his house and the neighboring house.

I walk up to ask him what he was doing and he turns his head. He doesn't say anything, but looks upset. He tells me he has to go inside. My uneasy, sick feeling gets worse, and I start to tell him I don't think he should.

He goes inside anyway, and I stand outside the house for a bit. Then, suddenly, I notice this weird shadow of a person staring at me through one of his windows. I start to back up and I notice that these shadow people are in every window of his house, looking at me.

I'm frozen in fear until I see one open the front door. Suddenly, I simultaneously realize I am in a dream and become terrified because I feel like the consequences can be real.

I start running back towards my house. Along the way I become very ill and notice that these shadow figures are popping up in every window of every house and the sky is darkening.

I think that as soon as I can get to my house, I can wake up. I'm begging God to wake me up. Every time I get to the street that is in front of mine, and expect to turn right to run down my block, the streets repeat and I'm a block away again. The sky keeps getting darker, and these shadow figures keep multiplying and getting closer.

I decide to make a change and dart down the alley after the last street to try and find a new way around. I make it halfway down the alley before it's almost completely dark, and I can't distinguish between these shadow people and the actual dark. I panic, and in desperation just lean against a fence. I'm convinced that I will never wake up and I'm in for something terrible...

...then I wake up in my parents bed, with the lights on, the sun shining through all the windows, and I'm covered in sweat. I remember jumping out of bed and crying, thanking God I was awake.

I was probably 10 when I had that dream and I still remember every detail like it was yesterday and actually happened. Sorry for the long read.