Waking up

There is nothing better than that first cup of coffee in the morning. sigh...........

My night was plagued with nightmares of me becoming a whore. Seriously, I was a pseudo prostitute in Vegas, at some high end brothel. But the kicker, Edward Cullen was the owner. I swear I have the most ridiculous dreams. I was basically being held prisoner and missed my son terribly. When I finally got out he was a tween and all messed up. Needless to say I got in a good amount of cuddling this morning.

When I was younger I used to have this recurring dream. It lasted until I was in my early twenties (yes I know, I am old). I blame it on my mom letting me watch the howling when I was 4 or 5. I think, and really when it comes to mom you can just assume, she let me watch those types of things when I was young hoping I wouldn't be scared of everything and know it wasn't real. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect. Though, now I have a love of supernatural and paranormal fiction.
In the dream I was sitting with my mom on the couch watching t.v, I was cold so I decided to go to my room to get my blankie, a quilt my mom made while pregnant with me. When I went in my room there was only the hall light illuminating my room. I had a feeling of impending doom, so I grabbed the blanket from the end of my bed and ran out. When I got to the living room my mom turned her attention to the hall closet. She was very pregnant with my little sisters at the time and sort of wobbled over to the closet. I was standing behind her, sort of at the top of the stairs, when she opened the closet. There was a man and a woman in there, but I just knew they were werewolves. ( Yes, I am weird) The man made eye contact with me and he freaked me out. So I ran down the two flights of stairs to the basement. When I got there it was white, like floor to ceiling, no walls or floors, white. I started running until I saw a piano, I walked over to it and the guy was playing it, as soon as I go close enough he turned into a werewolf, like the scary as hell kind. He started after me and I ran and ran, terrified the whole time. Then I saw a darkness in the whiteness and ran for it, when I got to it it was a door way to the front yard. I reached the yard and I woke up.
That same dream at least once a year for nearly 20 years. Talk about creepy. My dreams are always SO real too. Colors, sounds, smells, touch, everything is realistic.