Creepy Dream
Lots of people have been posting about dreams and I have enjoyed reading them, so I will share with you an incredibly vivid one I had a couple of years ago that gave me the heebie jeebies.

I was at at good friend's house. There were some other people there, who were also our friends, although in real life they were not people I knew. We were bored so the friend said that he would show us something cool and mysterious, and took us through a hidden stairway to another landing above your actual landing.... The decor was a slightly sinister take on a kind of fifties kitsch design, and there were three doors. The ones to the left and right went to bedrooms, in keeping with the feel of the landing, full of clutter and trinkets and personal items belonging to goodness knows who. The rooms were unoccupied, as if they had been abandoned in a hurry.

The door in the middle was somehow foreboding. My friend said he had heard a rumour that behind the door was another set of stairs, long and steep, and at the top you would meet Death, who would tell you a secret. With a mixture of disappointment and relief, he told me that to get in you needed a password, and all knowledge of what it might be had been lost.

Our curiousity, though, would not let it rest, and somehow, between us, we were able to work it out. Standing again in front of that looming oak door, I nervously breathed the word and it creaked open. There was a wooden staircase behind, dim lit and dusty. I began my ascent with trepidation. The was another door at the top of the same design of the one at the bottom; it opened of its own accord before I got there, and as I looked up my eyes met the red, ferocious gaze of Death...

Which woke me with a start, breathing heavily. I only wish I could have stayed long enough to hear the secret.
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 21:03, 2 replies)

Certainly beats my most vivid dream of recent years, in which I was running a hat shop for the Mafia. I never did anything even vaguely mafiosi - I just sold hats. Bit dull, really.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 23:33, closed)

As I kid
I had a recurring dream that was a sheikh and I walked down my high street going into every shop.

Make of that what you will
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 0:39, closed)