I had the first nightmare I can remember since I was like.. Eight years old.

First, I was living back in Glencoe hills, with my family, although it was more like current day.. Kind of. I was younger than I am now, but older than I was then. But that's not really important.

I had a stalker. And not a "I really like you but just don't understand normal behavior" kind of stalker... Like, the kind that kills and tortures to get to his... victim. Or whatever. There were reported incidents of this guy like.. skinning people, carving flesh, maiming within an inch of life, and then nourishing back to health just to do it all over again. And he was in love with me. And he was doing these things to prove this to me.

He.. was doing all of these things from far away. It was known that he did his torturing in a totally different state, but at the same time I would sometimes see him outside my window. And I guess I had been changing addresses and phone numbers a lot, because at one point he called me and I freaked out that he found my number again. And he sent me a package containing pictures of his most recent victims, along with a letter about how much he loved me and how nothing would keep us apart for long.

I woke up at least three times through out this dream. Actively making an effort to clear my mind of the dream, and think of something else, but every time I fell back asleep the dream continued where it last left off.

I remember crying hysterically after receiving the package, and Damon holding me on the couch while I was calling my mother to tell her what was going on. And then suddenly, there was a plan...

He had found my house somehow. He barged in very dramatically, and suddenly everyone else in the apartment with me was gone. He didn't hurt me, just scared me a lot. At first he went mad about how could I let us stay apart for so long, and how I have no idea how grateful I should be... Eventually I calmed him down and talked him into watching a movie.. so that we could be close and just enjoy time together. He went along with it, and somehow - either via text message, or a phone call in code, I conveyed that I had him in the apartment, and my father brought some special government force to arrest and detain him.

And then... everything was fine.
Life went on like nothing had happened....

Left me in a VERY weird mood.

(Which, really, is why I'm still awake now. I have a weird feeling that I'll have it again, or another one.. or something.)