The Nightmares of November 27

I was on a street, a regular little street with houses on both sides. It was dark and fairly cold, but not winter. A little girl, no older than seven, is walking towards me in the distance. She's got blond hair in pig tails, and walking alongside her is a white goat. I'm immediately cautious, as I recognise this. It might be that I've dreamed it before or that I just think I've been in that situation before in my dream. As she approaches I'm utterly terrified, but not letting it show. I ask her what she's doing out here - I can't remember if she replied. For some reason I grab the goat with one arm and decide to try to get them both home to where they're supposed to be but I wake up.

I've forgotten some details of it, I know there was more interaction between me and the girl. And I realise it doesn't sound like a nightmare, but it was indeed frightening.


Next dream.
I'm walking along what seems to be a dirt road in the country somewhere, there's a dense forest on the left side of me and there's a clearing, with just a few trees on the other - but further up and down the road there are forests on that side too. I don't know if I'm scared as soon as the dream starts. Probably. Suddenly I hear absolutely frantic barking from my left and fear grips me as I see a large german shepherd bolting out from between the trees. Normally I'm not afraid of dogs, but if one is barking as if rabid and going straight for me I'm not as inclined to act warm and welcoming. Just as it's about to jump at me (or so I think), it changes direction ever so slightly and runs past me, stopping right next to me, and starts to bark at something on the other side of the road. Two wolves. They don't appear to be ready to attack, at least not when I spot them, the dog might have scared them. From what I know of wolves they're not likely to attack you, but since I've never seen them in the wild I'm still very much frightened as I feel the warmth of my canine rescuer against my legs and try to remember if I'm supposed to try to scare them off by making noise or if that's what you should do with bears. Terrified, I don't move and hope that the confused-looking wolves will back off. Then I wake up.


Next dream.
There's supposed to be a sequel to a very violent film (dream-fictional, not real) opening soon and I'm talking to Beppo about seeing it (we saw the original and loved it so we decided to go together to the new one when it would be released). But now he's saying that he never liked the first one - it was far too emo for his taste - but he's going to go see it with his girlfriend just because she wants to. I think I yell at him for forgetting it.
Then the dream shifts and I'm at a computer in a bedroom. Suddenly I'm aware that I'm inside the first film. And I "know" that I survived the film the first time I was in it because I happened to be out when the crazy, violent and very disturbed killer arrived to kill everyone in the house and he didn't know who was supposed to be there, other than the one girl I think it was his "mission" to kill. So I get up from my chair, deciding to leave now and stay out until it's dark outside as I know he came during the day - even if I don't know which day.
But as I'm tying my shoes by the door I can hear shouts from outside and I immediately run into the bedroom that's right behind me. Through the crack of the door I can see a hand grab the hair of the blond girl (apparently they're popular in my nightmares) and I don't need to see more to know that she's getting decapitated or worse. I get on the bed and draw the covers up, hiding underneath, pretending to be... I don't even know if I'm shooting for dead or sleeping. Sleeping probably. I don't dare to move at all and I'm suddenly aware that he's in the room. I'm laying there with my mouth slightly open and realise that I'm beginning to drool out of the right corner of my mouth (yes, it's a lovely image, isn't it?) when the covers are pulled off me. For some reason, despite pretending to sleep, I'm staring at the ceiling and I can see the killer standing next to the bed. He's looking at me, not doing anything. I want to close my eyes, I don't want to see what he's going to do to me, but I don't dare to and he just stands there for a moment. Then he moves the odd-looking weapon he's carrying (it looks like a sword you "fold out" of a metal contraption of some sort. Ideal for the man who can't decide whether to slice his victims to death or bludgeon them) from his left hand to his right. And lowers his left hand towards my face. He's holding out his index finger and with it he, slowly, wipes the saliva off my face. Then he lifts his hand back up, still moving very slowly, then puts his finger in his mouth, and - still slowly - pulls his finger out of his mouth again, creating sort of a "popping noise" as the tip of it leaves his lips. Then he takes out a knife from a holster and I all I can do is watch as he holds it out over my body. But then he sets the other weapon down on the floor, holds out his right arm, and cuts himself. At this point I'm so surprised and confused that I think I make a faint noise, almost like a squeal I've tried to suppress. He shifts his gaze momentarily from his arm to my face, as if to check to see what I'm doing, then he looks back again. Blood is starting to run down his arm and drip onto my shirt. Then he tips his arm down, angling it towards my face and the blood starts running down it, towards his outstretched finger. It drips into my mouth and after ten, or so, drops have landed on my tongue he backs away, pulls down his sleeve, picks up his weapon and leaves.
And then I wake up (and decide that I'm done with sleeping for now).