Why do I keep having such bad dreams!!

[ihatesasukefangirls]

Ever since I was a little kid I always had bad dreams that included death, murder and freaky paranormal stuff such as ghosts, random EVP-like voices, and especially possessed dolls. DO NOT MAKE STUPID JOKES ABOUT CHUCKY. They're always such weird dreams, too. I'll list three dreams that I remember pretty clearly (I don't really watch horror movies btw):

Dream 1

I'm in class at school learning about some Greek myths. One is I vaguely remember to do with a Goddess and her baby dying. I go home, and I look at the newspaper at the bottom of my parrot's cage. In blood, there is a drawing of a baby's head.

Dream 2

OK, so there are three tunnels in front of me. One leads to a garden that just barely resembles my backyard, only is planted with lush vines and stuff. One leads to a dark bedroom that looks like a bedroom I lived in as a child when I was in a depressed phase of my life. The third tunnel is dark and I can't see where it leads to. I go through to the garden, only to see my mom with vines wrapped around her and she is being killed. Me being freaked out, I try to help her and eventually free her. I then go into the tunnel that leads to the dark bedroom. It looks exactly the same as I remembered it, except there is a freakish hideous looking ragdoll I have never seen before hanging on the wall next to my bed. I raise my arm slowly as if to touch it and the doll swings from side to side. I freeze because of fright, then I look around and see that all my old childhood stuffed animals are sliding off the shelves silently. I run out of this tunnel and deliberate about going to the last one, but I wake up before I see if I go through it.

Dream 3

I'm in a house with two boys whom I don't know, one is approx. 5 yrs old and the other looks to be about 2 years older than me. I follow the older boy up the stairs. There are doorways surrounding us in a horseshoe shape, and we realize that the little boy is gone. I open the door to my left and see the little boy on the ground all bloody and dead. I freak out, then start to follow the older boy down a hall. As I brush past the banister, a metal hook shoots out and hooks into my bare foot. I struggle and eventually get my foot free, and then wake up.

Also, recently I had a dream that my mom and cat died.
Sorry this is so long, but I really wanna know why I never have good dreams.