Last night I had this reoccurring dream - well it used to reoccur often enough... when I was a child. Not too sure why it came back now. I'll tell you this though - it is still scary now so I know I wasn't a wimp when I was little. It goes something like this;
This witch without a face takes me and locks me in her house (old and falling apart) and it is on the end of what I can only describe as a cement pier. I spend my entire dream trying to escape and call for help but - I can't run except in painfully slow-motion and when I open my mouth I can't make a sound. And she always catches me right before I am safe. How frustrating is that?
Over and over and over again. I hate nightmares.
Anyone have any good jokes?