A Shower, a Little Girl, and an Old Friend..

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I am 19. I am Male. I live in a small rural town. I work in retail. I am heterosexual. I have always had Nightmares to my knowledge. Often reoccurring ones. At least, those are the only ones I remember throughout the night. Although this one creeped me out enough to share it:

[The dream starts out with me standing in front of a house which I have never been to. I get the urge that I belong there, so I knock on the door only to be greeted by an old friend (male) who I haven't seen in 2 years. He invites me in, then we sit and engage in basic small talk: "how are you?"; "fine thank you" etc. He then asks if I would like to take a shower, and in a real life situation, of course i would say, "what?!...No!".....but for some reason, I am led into it. He leads me to the bathroom and leaves me be, at which point I undress and get in the shower. I get nervous in the shower, as if I am being watched, and quickly rinse off and hop out. My friend then forces his way in, even though I had locked the door, and looks me over while I am standing there naked, making me very uncomfortable. I then rush out of the bathroom with only a towel and run down the hall and enter the first room I see and lock the door behind me. Leaning against the door, i gaze at the room. It is a very large room. Much larger than possible by the looks of the house from the outside; but in the dream, I ignore this fact. The room is packed halfway full to the ceiling with stacks of old books, magazines, and newspapers, creating little paths and catacombs within the mess. As I begin to wander through these towers, I notice a young girl, 6 or 7 maybe, and completely normal by all means, in the distance. Remembering that I was naked, and noticing that she hadn't yet looked at me, I hid in the mess. As she crept closer towards me, I watched as she walked by without noticing me and waited until she exited the room. I then decided to try to make a break for it and run back to the bathroom for my clothes. Still feeling threatened by my friend, I look around for a weapon and conveniently find a kitchen knife, as well as a blade sharpener. I sharpened the blade quickly. I then opened the door slowly and peered out. I didn't see anyone, so I ran back to the bathroom as fast as I could, hoping he wouldn't be there. As I ran in the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I couldn't even catch my breath before freezing at the sight of the girl standing behind the door, facing the wall. I froze dead in my tracks, unable to move. I stand there clinching the knife as the girl turned and made eye contact with me, and slowly began to approach me. In a panic, I swing the knife at her arm and cut it deep. She then whimpers and begins to cry like any normal little girl. I then fall to my knees and hold her tight in my arms, crying with her. Then I get the feeling that there is something I have to do. I bring the knife to her chest, hesitating first, then stabbing her in the chest twice, followed by her falling limp in my arms. Then dropping the knife and holding her up to look at her face. I watch her go ghost pale, and black veins appear all around her closed eyes.]