I am 25 years old, I have a five year old son, and a wonderful husband. Okay, now that I have introduced myself a bit, here is what I am feeling so silly about, yet disturbed. A few nights ago, I wasn't feeling so good, so I went to bed much earlier than my usual habits allow. I woke up from a crazy dream that left me thinking I was going nuts. It was pretty short, and had absolutely no meaning what so ever. Here is some quick backround before I get to the point. I was in this large mansion style home, that for months now has haunted my dreams. It's almost vampirish. For the most part, in this reoccurring dream, I wake up terrified because I can't get out of it. Before I wake up, I usually run through the many creepy halls screaming for my husband. Jokingly, I always vow to my husband that if I ever see this house here in our world I will burn it down. Of course, legally, that wouldn't be a wise thing to do, if in fact this house exists. Since this has been a recurring dream, I am familiar with the house now, as funny as that may sound. I know the rooms, the decorations, certain pictures, style furniture, smell, ect.....The house is almost gothic. In one of the upper rooms, it is another livingroom. For some reason, this part of the house seems to be the main scene. The couch is victorian style, and the room is like a cherry wood. There is a fireplace, and over it is this creepy clock. The entire house is furnished with antiques. Needless to say, I REALLY HATE THIS HOUSE, and its not one of my favorite dreams. So now to the point of extreme weirdness.....as I was saying, the other night, I went to bed a bit early, and there I was again in this !@#$ house. There I was again, in that living room filled with antiques, and yet again, that stupid clock had some sort of significance above the fireplace cause I kept looking at it. When I turned around, there was one of hollywoods most famed actors, not even one I particularly care for, but still, he's famous. He looked at me with the most awful look in his eyes, creeped me out so bad, that again, I ran screaming for my husband. He came after me, yelling at me, saying how did you get in here? I replyed, I never know how I get here, but I would gladly never come back. He asked, am I dreaming? By him saying that, I realized that I was again in that stupid house I hate so much dreaming, and I replyed yes cause I am. He started vigorously poking my arm, really hard to the point where it seemed like I felt pain in this dream, odd.. I yelled at him, and startled the crap out of him. He then just stood there, puzzled, confused glaring at me, and he asked, who are you, are you a real person or did my mind just make you up. I was so freaked out by this questioning, that I ran from him screaming for my husband to help me. Before I woke up, he pleaded with me to give him a number to call to ensure that he wasnt losing his mind, I absoltely refused because if he possibly called the next day I really think I would have to admit myself to a mental ward. Can someone here help me, because this was the most disturbing dream ever. I feel retarded now, but glad to get it off my chest. Curiosity got the better of me, so I looked up the actor to see if maybe something was posted about a home he might own. To my horror, he has a house described as being filled with antiques, with a vampirish feel to it. I don't ever want another one of these dreams, they are stressfull, and it makes me avoid sleep. Can someone help me from going to this creepy horrible house in my dreams??Niki