It was.
Awesome, terrifying, and life-changing.
I am now scared of abandoned buildings at night.
Or is that everyone?
I have another dream, this one kinda old, but interesting nevertheless.
Dream2: I was tied to a wooden chair that was bolted to the ground with a flickering light above my
head. The room was dark and damp, smelling of mildew and blood. A man came in a forced some sort of liquid donw my throat, burning like vodka down the gullet. He then stabbed my leg with some sort of ornamental blade, clearly used for some sort of religious ceremony. All of a sudden, friggen Pyramid
Head from Silent Hill 2 comes out of a shadow and kills my captor. He releases me and drops to his knees in a bow. I look in a mirror and see a shadow-like figure staring back.
Yes, I am a very disturbed individual with many strange dreams.
For another example,
Dream3: I was chewing bubblegum and blew a bubble. I flew away. It was fun. And the gum was pink.