As mentioned in a previous post, I don't usually remember my dreams. So that's why this one kinda stuck with me, and not in a good way. Especially since this one was so realistic I found myself doubting it was a dream after I got up.
I was "asleep", and while in bed I slowly became aware of something else in the room with me. I held still for what felt like hours, not wanting whatever was there to know that I was not "asleep." I could hear noises, like an animal shuffling around at the end of my bed, with the occasional wet grunt coming from it, or a dull padding on my carpet. I was frozen with fear, it was all I could do to keep my breathing from rasping out of control. After what felt like days, I eventually heard the noises stop, and I sat up. Nothing was there, and the neighborhood was eerily quiet. And I was dripping with sweat, shaking like a teacup chihuahua.
Like I said, part of my brain thought this might have actually happened. So it didn't help that I noticed my front door was just hanging open when I got up this morning. Nothing else in my house was disturbed, there was no sign that anything had actually wandered into my room. I'm locking my door from now on, I really should have known better. I'm partially grateful the cuts on my arms and back distracted me by aching, prompting me to change the bandages on them. It meant I had something to focus on that wasn't a Bogeyman/rabid animal/rapist in my house. So, hooray for that, I guess.