Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting in our den, watching TV late at night. There was a huge storm raging outside — lightning, thunder, torrential rainfall, the works. There was a flash of lightning, followed by explosive thunder. The house was plunged into darkness.
As the rumbling of the thunder faded away, it was replaced by a light tapping.
I looked over my shoulder, at the sliding glass door that led out to the back patio. It was too dark for me to see anything on the patio but still, the tapping continued.
tap…. tap …. tap …. tap ….
Suddenly, there was another flash of lightning, one that illuminated the night just long enough to reveal a clown standing on the other side of the door, tapping on the glass.
At the same time that I saw the clown, I also realized that the door wasn’t locked. I jumped up from the couch and ran over to the door but, just as I reached it, the door slid open and a white gloved hand grabbed my wrist!
And that, thankfully, is when I finally woke up. I realize this is a pretty common nightmare and I’ve actually had several variations of this dream, though this is the first time that the intruder on the porch turned out to be a clown! What’s strange about this dream is that, for the most part, clowns don’t even disturb me. I’m usually the one who makes fun of my friends for being scared of them.
Before anyone asks, I did not watch It before going to bed last night. I do have to admit, though, that the clown did bear a certain resemblance to Pennywise.
Who knows? Maybe I was just having a bad Sims flashback….