Nebulus

Writing in sand, which obviously does not work that well. Seemed to be writing in blood or something.

Freaked out by the dark of my parents attic at night in the dark

Nightmare - I am only a small boy in my dream. At a garden fete, i'm making serious choices about cake. Then I wandered off up a path it reminded me of Japanese town scape. I went up some stairs then through shrubbery. I suddenly feel a presence, I feel pressure from all around. I look up to see people closing in. They are wearing old style tank top think jumpers and have lank long hair but no face.
I feel immediately that they are not happy bunnies I feel a cold chill from them. I try to escape but they are much bigger than me, in their late teens and tower over me. They are pressing closer and closer silently. I feel they are smiling maliciously.
I make a break for a house (again Japanese, multilevel house) . I am swallowed up with hopelessness.
Again I break away and get out the back door and then scramble up onto the roof and again higher.
I wake myself up.

I feel I should go back into the dream and face them but can't get back to sleep. I ponder a lot on significance of dream.