I had more dreams last night than any other night that I can remember. Unfortunatley, I can't recall them as well as I'd like to.
My favorite one involved this kickass celebration at like a mall or something, where a bunch of friends of mine were, and we were all just chilling and having this big banquet. I can't remember much of what happened, but I do remember it being really awesome.
The dream right after that seemed to be a continuation, with me bringing home a friend and some girls that she knew to hang out at my house (Spoiler alert: We all just sat around watching TV, having a perfectly comfortable and unfoul evening.)
The last dream was a nightmare, where I was looking out the sliding glass door in the back of my house, when suddenly, Slenderman walks into view, right next to the door, which was the only thing standing between me and him. It's at this point where, instead of my 'OHSHIT" meter instantly reaching critical mass, I start to think I might be dreaming, even though I felt like I was totally awake. I decide to try and wake myself up by just sitting there and staring at Slenderman, when he raises his arm and points at me. It's at this point that my "OHSHIT" meter does hit critical mass, and I freak out and jump into a nearby reclining chair, wrap myself in a sleeping bag and pray to quickly fall asleep or wake up or whatever, as long as I'm not both conscious and in the vicinity of Slenderman.