What dreams may come...

Been a while since an entry on here, but last night was post worthy. Ok, get your mind out of the gutter.

It started with an overwhelming feeling of a presence in the apartment. There were unusual sounds, and a sneeze that was too little girlish for a cat, but too cat like for a little girl, and visions of knife wielding little girl racing through my mind for some reason. A sad, troubled, disfigured little girl with a rusty knife, butcher style. It was 2 or 3 a.m. before I got to sleep, maybe it was the coffee, maybe it was the visions of the little girl, or maybe it was the yelling and giggling drunk and loud, cinderblock footed neighbors who live above us. Sleep finally came, but with it came (in no particular order) a mysterious tall greenish tower, the meaning of which I do not know. My mother, clinically insane after seeing me smoking outside with strangers. She did crazy things that even shocked me, cutting up things, screaming wildly, and the look of insanity was in her eyes. But I think the worst of all, were the clowns. None of them had eyes, and they all felt evil. There were just leering, some had red glows in their vacant sockets, some stared with empty black sockets. It seemed some were real and some were dolls, but I found after staring at them in my dream, my crazy mother interrupted me. After dealing with her, I realized they were still there, so I went to scream at them and in the waking world let out a sort of guttural yelp. I don't know that I had any further dreams last night, because the presence and the clowns kept my mind busy.