Mental Reruns March 11, 2003 - 12:40 p.m.

While talking about our mutual fear of lurkers to Darth today, I realized that I have in fact had a recurring dream/nightmare. I have always heard of people having recurring dreams, and I just thought I was one of the people that never did. But now I know otherwise. The situation or people have changed, but the dream itself has always been the same.

Someone is at the window, looking into the house, staring at me.

The first memorable dream, I was probably ten or eleven. Normal habit was falling asleep in front of the tv. Character trait from my mom, I'm sure. So no surprise that the dream took place in the very room that I usually slept. Which is the front room of the house. So in this dream, I hear a random noise outside and I'm home alone, as usual. I peak out the side of the window and see someone lurking around in our front yard. But off to the side, as we have a street light right in the front. So they're in the shadows, but I seem them. Well, him. It's a guy. Even though I'm only peaking through a tiny corner of the window, he spots me. And walks to the house, all the while, staring straight at me. Once he's on our driveway, I drop down onto the floor, hiding between the couch and coffee table. Next thing I know, his face is nearly pressing on the glass, in the exact spot I was once looking through. From the outside, the bottom of the window is at least six feet off the ground. So this guy's either REALLY tall, floating, or brought his own ladder. I can see him from where I am, and it seems that he can see me as well. I think at this point, I hear some commotion at the door.. he's trying to get in the house. Then I wake up... to an empty, quiet house. Too scared to look out the window.

Another dream took place a year or so after that one. I think I'm letting the dog out or something, because I'm at the back door. A door which has a normal sized window in it. But before I open it, I notice someone standing in the field behind our house. It's foggy. Like Silent Hill foggy. And he's standing there, a few feet past the end of our yard, with a dog pulling on a leash. And... *gasp*... Big shock! He's staring right at the door. I turn and go into the other room as though nothing happened, but I can still see the back door from wear I'm sitting. In no time at all, there it was. The silhouette of the mystery dog walker. Oh so menacing, I know. But the idea of him standing in that window, staring inside, with unanswered intents... Creepy. Just creepy.

I always wake up before anything more happens. Before the intruder can actually intrude. But my fear is the faces and the peering, so it doesn't really have to go past that to be considered a nightmare.

There have been several dreams like that. But those two have stuck out more than the rest. Besides the newest one.

I believe this one happened last summer. In the dream, I'm up late as usual and watching tv. It's probably three in the morning. I see lights crawl up the wall which indicates a car on the street. But then noises accompany it. The car is going very slow and stops every once in awhile. My curiosity (or maybe just suspicions) rise, so I look out the window. It's a couple, man and woman, pulling into each driveway and stealing cars. And yet again, the guys see me. They've been caught. If I get to the phone and call the cops, they're in deep shit. So he nudges the woman. She looks up, acknowledges I'm there, and says something that obviously translates to 'take care of it'. So he heads over to the window. He has a weapon of some sort, but that doesn't impress me. He gets a few feet from the window and I start backing away. About the time that he reaches the window is the time that I wake up.

See. Same dreams. Just different faces and situations.

I'm constantly finding myself checking windows. Making sure there isn't a human outline in them. Especially the back door. The curtains and trees play tricks with the light, so it usually requires a double take.

There's a difference between a peeping tom and a menacing leer. Although both are disturbing, I don't get cold chills if a tv show or movie portrays a pervert looking in a window.

So those are my most common dreams. Ordinarily I would have thought nothing of them. But having noticed my fears and analyzing my past to find reasoning, they seem to hold more significance.

Otherwise, there's the dream of the mutated midget monkey guy running down the hallway.

But that's a whole other badly told story.

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