I just got back from a nice long walk in the damp, dark, dank streets of 61107. I slept rather uncomfortably lastnight after having another disturbing night of frequent nightmares/night terrors. This has been increasing for several weeks now. Some of the dreams vary in content but some are extremely similar. They are also extremely detailed and the one I had lastnight had the makings of a plot, even. The one common feature of all them is of me running away from something much bigger than me, chasing me. But, I never escape in any of them, I only wake up right after before being captured and find myself in a cold sweat. For instance, one common dream I’ve been having is of me and my sitting in her living room watching sitcoms late at night This used to be a daily occurrence, except this time, the living room was re-arranged and instead of me sitting in a chair, I was sitting on the floor. My aunt gets up and walks out to their garage, which is HUMUNGOUS. For reasons, I don’t know why, I follow her. Inside this garage, was a haphazardly parked SEMI truck that she got into and started up. For some reason, (I don’t know why), the truck did not have a normal box-trailer, but was just a long flat bed. I jumped onto it. She starts driving extemely fast. The garage is huge (like a warehouse), and as she turns a corner, I can see the garage door coming up. With a delusional sense of calm as I imagined closure was near, I shrieked as I saw the door getting closer and closer and yet she didn’t stop.  As we made contact with the garage door, there was no loud crash as I expected, but a tear.  The door was nothing but a large sheet of paper.  As the semi raced over the driveway (which wasn’t HER driveway in Cherry Valley, but was MY driveway in Burnsville), I jumped out of the bed and grabbed onto the end of the flap of torn paper, and started swinging back and forth like I was on a trapeze.  As I was swinging, my aunt had somehow become someone else, someone who looked more like my voice coach from college, Sandra, tall, young, slim, blonde.  She wdas laughing and pointing up in the sky, which ALSO gave me a false sense of security.  In the nighttime sky, the big, full moon was directly in front of me.  Along with it, were dozens of outlines of spinning spaceships.  She was acting as though our salvation was upon us.  Directly in front of me, a long, four-branched piece of shrubbery leapt up directly in front of me and started coming at me.  I dropped to the ground, turned around, and saw the woman I was with in-between two, undecipherable figures, extremely tall, dark, and sleek.  She herself, had turned into a silver, metallic wierdthing with glowing eyes.  NOW I was terrified.  I started to run away, but it was useless.  In the dream and as I woke up, I screamed out loud.  It was four in the morning.  I was cold and sweaty and had to go to the bathroom.

(Interpretations welcome)