An oldie but goodie.
I was a weird, sketchy kid who had weird dreams. When I was about 5 I had a dream about something called a “clout” that looked like an oversized steel wool pad. It was sitting on the small rug in front of my bed and I was too scared to put my feet on the floor because that clout thing was evil. It just sat there on the rug, in all its black malevolence, not moving, but I knew it was alive and meant to kill me. I knew if I put my feet on the floor the clout would suck me down into the Hell-portal it must have come from.
When I was around the same age, one morning I woke up doubled over with laughter. My dad asked me why I was laughing, and I remember saying, “someone was throwing mud at my door.” …
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Once I talked in my sleep, yelling, “Let me out! Let me out!” My mother asked me what I was in and I answered, “In a bone.” I remember the dream. My mother’s voice sounded like another kid. Another dream, a monster came out of a toothpaste tube. I said, “My parents are giants.” But they just sat in the living room and didn’t do anything so I ran right past them out the door.
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You were stuck inside a bone? LOL! Was it funny or scary?
Dreams are SO weird, aren’t they? Gotta love ’em for that.