Myself and some coworkers and others I did not know were staying in my grandparents' house. It's like we were there against our will and we knew there was a killer. Every morning when we woke, there would be two or three gelatinous masses on the floor. When flipped over, one of our faces would be on the other side and that meant we were marked for death. There was one man who professed his love to my friend and acted as if he was going to leave that night but in the morning we saw his face in one of the masses. He was gone. My friend vomited and I started groaning with terror. The horror and pure terror was unreal. We knew we were never getting out alive.

In another part of my sleep, I guess, I was in my childhood home. I was with my mom looking out the window. We could see across the countryside all types of animals and people and vehicles stampeding down the road toward us. It felt like the end. Like we were in the apocalypse. Lighting shot through the sky almost in slow motion I could hear it peel and crack through the air.

About me: I'm a female in my mid twenties who just moved back home. I've been at my new job for two months and I love it. I just got out of a long term relationship a few months ago. I have been speaking to someone I met online and we have a date tomorrow. Those are the things most affecting my emotions right now.