I had a recurring nightmare when I was younger, but haven't had it in many many years now. In 8th grade, I wrote a 7 page short story about it in English and got a C. The teacher said it was one of the best things she'd read, but that it was too short. My best friend at the time wrote a 3 page short story and got an A. He frequently wrote "fink" instead of "think", and other errors like that. I was always super pissed about that.
My nightmare in really short now: I am in my house. I walk around doing normal stuff, and decide to go out. When I pass through the door, I wind up somewhere else. Going into the bike storage, I wind up in an abandoned mall filled with weird plants and a smell of rotten flesh. And the doors always locks behind me.
After a while, I am outdoors and there's a huge black building in the town square. The building is completely blank, black, square. As if it's alien, made out of glass, or whatever. When I pass it, and turn the corner, I know I'll be bumping into a live doll, I know it's coming since I've dreamed it so many times, yet I get so frightened by it. It's a jump scare.
I turn around, running for my life, and get into the black building, It's all red inside. I get disoriented, running around, and all of a sudden I'm sitting in a chair. I'm not tied down, but I can't move. There are red curtains around me, and I hear distant laughs, all getting louder and louder until my ears hurt. I can whisper to myself, but I can't scream. Then I wake up.
That last part has been a separate dream from the beginning. It is very Twin Peaks-ish, but I've had it since before it aired here. When I got older, the first part got into it all.
