It would start with me being alone in a house in the kitchen. I walked into a big room and closed the door behind me, it was dark. The room was empty, except for one of those wind-up jack-in-the-box things on the other side of the room, and it would start to wind down and play some kind of creepy clown music.
I knew I couldn’t just back out of the room, the door was now locked. But, there was a door on the other side by the jack-in-the-box. I also knew I had to get out before it went off. So, I ran for the door on the other side of the room.
I made it before the jack-in-the-box went off. Beyond the door was a hallway. There’s a door that goes to the bathroom, and the hallway continues to wrap around the corner. I know something bad is coming from around the corner, so I hide in the bathroom.
The door is closed, but I still see these child sized mechanical toy things march down the hall and towards the dark room. Once they pass, I know it’s safe to leave. I go back down the hall, through the dark room which is no longer a danger, I know the door is unlocked now, and I go back to the kitchen.
Then a group of friends comes in from outside, they were done roasting marshmallows over a camp fire, I feel safe again, and the dream ends. This dream always happened exactly the same way, feelings and all.
It was like I kept having it for the first time, only upon waking up did I realize I’d had it again, and I always woke up after the dream ended, as far as I know.”