Dreams are really something else. I love them, even the bad ones because they are an experience that cannot be duplicated. This past night, I had a pretty rotten dream. I haven't figured out what it could reflect in my life. I usually do after a few hours or days. I'm already having some idea as to what it might mean.

The dream started out with me inside Nilson's red Jetta.

(I've been driving the Jetta, temporarily for a few days now).

I was in his car, in the parking lot of my old Townhouse complex. It had felt like I was just there to drop something off. I got in the car. As I was about to turn the car on I noticed all the windows were fogged. Not fogged with condensation but with soot. It felt like it was done on purpose from the outside.

From that moment I started to get scared because I couldn't see outside. I guess I could say I was a little claustrophobic. (I'm not usually claustrophobic, but it can happen in very extreme situations).

Then I noticed there was paper stuck on the windshield and side windows. It was a thin cardboard paper, the kind that you crush and stick in a package to prevent the contents from moving around. It was stuck on from the inside.

This is the point where it started to turn into a nightmare. I immediately locked the car doors. I couldn't see outside of the car, so I had no idea who was out there, if anyone? I started to panic mostly because things stopped making sense.

When I started out in the car, the windows were clean and clear. All of a sudden there was soot on them, and then, paper stuck to the inside of the glass. I had no idea what was going on. I started to rip the paper off the windshield, but there always seemed to be more.

I never felt so freaked out. I don't think I would have been so freaked if this happened in real life. (Not that it could happen like this in real life).

Now that I think back, I remember getting flashes of the feeling I was in bed, the big clue that I was dreaming. I was too deep into the fear of loosing my mind to think rationally.

I had my cell phone, so I called my brother. Hate to admit it, but I remember being so hysterical like women in a scary movies. I could hardly talk to my brother I was so freaked. He thought I was joking. He did eventually come to my rescue, but I remember being scared of him too. I also remember stuffing some of the paper I took from the windshield into my shirt so I could hold onto it to prove to my brother I wasn't crazy. So funny…

If anyone has watched Batman Returns, there was a chemical agent that was used to make people super scared of whatever was around them. I think that would best describe how I felt in this dream.

The only real part that sucked about this dream was when I woke up from it, I was alone. Nilson had already left for work.