My all-time most disturbing dream was, I kid you not, about being chased by a killer scarecrow. I was in my great grandpa's yard with my friend Hope, investigating this gigantic hole in the ground. Hope disappeared so I went to the front lawn to look for her, whereon I discovered a scarecrow ambling about with a butcher's knife. Naturally this made me nervous, so I bolted to the backyard again. I waited for a little while, then tried to cut through the garage... Lo and behold, the scarecrow leaped out at me. The end result was me attempting to run, my voice not working when I tried to scream, etc. It wasn't exactly realistic, but it was so vivid that it put me at a fairly high anxiety level for quite a while, and even now scarecrows kind of creep me out. For reference, I'd date this at at least three years ago. Thanks, subconscious.
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