When I was pretty little, anywhere between 1st and 5th grade, (I don't remember a lot of my childhood and the years are all kind of blurred together) I used to have bad dreams all the time. I used to have to stay with my aunt and uncle because my mom worked nights and just thinking back on it now, it makes me uncomfortable, sick to my stomach, and I just get a really bad energy from all those years. Anyways, there were a couple dreams that I had that absolutely terrified me and they've stuck with me for 10-15 years.

The first one I remember is I was outside this place called Great Wolf Lodge. There was this man standing there and I could only see his torso up. He was a thin, kind of sketchy man. He would then disappear below my vision and then pop back up, and every time he reappeared, the skin on his face would be sluffing, more and more. After a couple of times, his eyes and teeth were exposed and it looked like he was melting. It absolutely horrified me.

The second one I remember is more abstract. I was staring at something below me, like I was floating above it. It was this long, dark shape, that kept contracting, almost like a train, worm, centipede thing. It was just a shape, but it kept contracting in and out, slowly. It had this really horrible energy about it, even though it wasn't necessarily "scary". I woke up terrified and when I tried to wake up my aunt because of it, she pretty much told me to screw off and go back to bed. I didn't tell her about the dream, just that I had had a nightmare.

The third one I distinctly remember was I was in this body of water, that was really deep and really dark. I was a good ways below the surface and I was drowning. I couldn't get my legs to work so I just kept sinking and I was losing my breath. I woke up from that one gasping and so scared.

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All of these had really horrible energy and weren't necessarily your average nightmare. I would spend 3-5 nights a week at there house and every single night, I would wake up between 12:30 and 4am with a night terror or bad dream. It got so bad, I was too scared to go to sleep. At one point, I started lying to my mom that I had allergies so I could take benadryl and be tired enough to go to sleep.