"Try not to eat just before going to bed !" my mom used to let me know. "You may get a bad dream." How right she was. I never trusted her until it transpired.
It was on a night when I felt hungry pretty much as I was going to go to bed. So I made myself a nutty spread sandwich and a huge cool glass of milk. In the wake of devouring them I went to bed.
Before long I floated off into a vexed rest. I envisioned that I was with a gathering of individuals searching for an old lady. I was not certain why we were searching for her but rather we as a whole appeared to fear her. By one means or another we needed to discover her. So there I was, scanning high and low for her in repulsive spots I had never been. At times I appeared to be flying while at different times I appeared to be not able move. The entire climate was one of apprehension, similar to a repulsive blood and gore flick in which I was a casualty.
After some looking I entered an obscured room and saw a figure mulling over a bed. As I got closer the figure all of a sudden discarded the cover, got up and gazed at me. It was a terrible old lady with sparkling brilliant teeth. She raised her paw like fingers and strolled towards me.
I needed to run however was not able. I attempted to shout however found that I proved unable. With sickening apprehension I battled and attempted to make tracks in an opposite direction from the awful lady.
The following minute I gave a muted holler and wound up gasping on my bed. Good lord, what a terrible bad dream it was! For a moment or so I lay on my bed not setting out to close my eyes inspired by a paranoid fear of nodding off again and proceeding with the bad dream. At that point I sat up on my bed until the unpleasant feeling passed. From that point on I never eat simply going to rest.
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