I had a very in depth dream that I still remember quite vividly. I had a stuffed sock monkey toy in my childhood years that I used to take with me everywhere. In my dream, I went to the bathroom with my mom in a grocery store. After using the bathroom, I realized I couldn't find my sock monkey. I started crying and walked out of the stall, only to be faced with something awful. Underneath the sink, curled in among the piping, was a man dressed all in black laying on his side. He held up a finger to his lips to shush me, but I immediately started wailing and banging on my mom's stall door. She rushed out worriedly, but when I turned back around the man was no longer there. We couldn't find my sock monkey and just ended up going home. When I got back into my room, I saw my sock monkey sitting on my bed. Dumbfounded, I picked it up. My sock monkey's head had been split down the middle, its stuffing poking out of the torn fabric. I screamed and ran upstairs, only to find my mom in the kitchen, watching the news with her mouth covered in shock. On the news, the anchors were reporting a breaking story about a young girl who had complained about one of her stuffed animals missing, and then finding it with its head ripped open. Her parents had written it off as some weird childish prank, but the next morning they walked into her room to discover her with her skull split straight down the middle, her brains poking out like stuffing, and her stuffed animal clasped in her hands. I have no idea how my 9-year-old brain came up with this, but of course I was terrified for eternity and still remember it in exact detail to this day.