Last night I dreamed that I had done something bad, so a man locked me up in a basement of a house. There were two men in the basement, who had also been bad. It seems I knew them in my dream, but they weren't anyone I know in waking life. That's okay though, since I wasn't myself.
One of the men was really freaked out because he said there was something in the bottom of the basement. I decided to go check it out.
The basement was made out of white cinder blocks and had a stairway that went down to a square hole. The hole was not well lit and there was no ladder to continue one's descent. I thought about jumping down there, but I wasn't sure how I would get back up.
That was when I heard something moving around down there. This scared all of us and we started running up the stairs. Near the top of the stairs we could see weird footprints that looked like dog-prints. We started banging on the door and begging to be let out. We told the guard that something was in the basement with us, maybe a dog. The guard didn't want to let us out, but we forced the door open.
Then we went upstairs and we were watching TV. There was a cartoon special on about an evil clown. One of the guys who had been in the basement started to freak out. "That's what it was! It has the same deformed feet! And it was wearing a cape!". (Yeah, I know, doesn't sound like a clown, evil or otherwise.)
I decided not to watch the cartoon, because it was scaring me and it was real. Just then, the basement door started to rattle . . .
One of the men was really freaked out because he said there was something in the bottom of the basement. I decided to go check it out.
The basement was made out of white cinder blocks and had a stairway that went down to a square hole. The hole was not well lit and there was no ladder to continue one's descent. I thought about jumping down there, but I wasn't sure how I would get back up.
That was when I heard something moving around down there. This scared all of us and we started running up the stairs. Near the top of the stairs we could see weird footprints that looked like dog-prints. We started banging on the door and begging to be let out. We told the guard that something was in the basement with us, maybe a dog. The guard didn't want to let us out, but we forced the door open.
Then we went upstairs and we were watching TV. There was a cartoon special on about an evil clown. One of the guys who had been in the basement started to freak out. "That's what it was! It has the same deformed feet! And it was wearing a cape!". (Yeah, I know, doesn't sound like a clown, evil or otherwise.)
I decided not to watch the cartoon, because it was scaring me and it was real. Just then, the basement door started to rattle . . .