I sent this to my friend the moment I got up because I didn't want to forget a detail. Thank goodness I did since I found this forum. So here it goes.

We're all at some vacation house, or some rural community of sorts, I'm not entirely sure. I do know I was with people I knew, friends, family, and coworkers. Even the people I couldn't quite recognise in my dream I knew. It's a big house, with huge windows, and mulitple rooms and we're set out in the country.

Well, this guy comes in, he's bald and wearing a white shirt and pants. I remember I didn't know him, but he was mingling with everyone, and everything was fine.

Then he looks at me and says, "They're coming for you." is eyes never leave mine, and as he says it, he's taking calm steps back. I hear a voice in my mind go, 'He shot himself in the head', like that was going to be his next move after passing on the message, but in my dream he just disappeared.

It startled me, but I went on with 'life' in the dream and tried to ignore it. Then I started to notice giant webs were forming over the windows. Nobody else noticed them, and it didn't faze anyone else but me. I wouldn't touch the webs, couldn't open windows, couldn't open doors because they were there. Each one was different, some with only a few medium sized gray spiders, some were littered with tiny yellow eggs with yellow and black garden spiders on them as well. There was only one door that wasn't 'guarded' by the spiders.

I start to get uneasy with a sense of being trapped, and I start to notice the people around me are becoming less and less familiar, like these strangers are starting to show up. They just watch, like they're waiting for someting. I know there's no escape except through that one door. So I go to it, and I open it briefly, and I see three strangers sitting there. Two dont notice me, but the third is a girl (a girl I work with actually) wearing a very bright pink dress. I close the door and run into the closest room, throwing myself onto the bed and pretending to sleep.

The woman comes out and she looks at me, and I hear her say, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." in a sugary calm voice. I knew she was different from the others simply by her garb. Everyone else had like this gray, somewhat dark tone about them, where she was bright and pink. Somehow it made me more afraid of her.

I'm waiting, trying to think of a plan, while what I can only guess is my subconcious knew what I was waiting for. And then I feel it. My whole body feels like a magnet, all of my nerves are electrified and being drawn to something. But my feet are the worse, they feel light and I feel them begin to lift off the bed slowly.

So my eyes snap open and I look at the girl while starting to prop myself up. She makes eye contact with me and looks startled, losing her concentration. My feet draop back on the bed and I lunge at her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the wall. She's shocked, so I let her go and tear open that one door, my blind panick sending me over the edge. I'm just barely holding onto control, but it's slipping away in my fear.

The two strangers are there, and they look up, surprised, but all I see is the screen door and I bolt for it. The door flies open, I fly out and sitting on the back step is a black kid, who's my age really, wearing a red shirt and torn blue jeans shorts.

I scream when I see him, terrified. Even though in the dream I've had a sense of us being in the woods or country, outside is a big backyard, with fencing on the left, right and back of the house. I bolt to the left, clearing the fence and watching him slowly get up from the safety of the neighbor's yard. The setting is like the street my aunt used to live on when I was younger, townhouses with their conjoined backyards.

The guy has a calm confidence to him, his eyes never leaving mine. I've seen him before, he's familiar, but I dont know from where. What I do know is that wherever I try and go, he will get me. Even though I'm terrified and desperate at this point, I feel a sudden attraction to him.

"Now where do you think you're going to go baby?" he says to me, in a deep voice. He says it like we're playing a game of cat and mouse, only he's more of a muscled panther and I'm a rabbit with a broken leg. I'm wound so tightly I cant even think straight.

He picks up his dirt bike off the ground and lazily starts to ride out. I watch him, knowing if he decided to drop the bike and lunge at me he'd have had me right then and there. But he rides out onto the street and disappears. The moment he leaves my sight, I climb back over the fence and tiptoe to the fenceline directly behind the house, not wanting to alert those inside incase they decided to come running out.

The moment I clamber over this fence the scenery changes, and becomes the woods. The trees are closely pressed together, and the ground is slick with mud and dead mushy leaves. I start to run, only I'm running on all fours. I know if I run on two legs I won't go as fast, and I'll run out of steam faster. I'm still normal human mode, but my front arms are more similar to that of a wolves in the way they move when I run.

I'm covered in mud, my legs, my arms, my underside. It's splashed across my face, in my hair. Fear is pumping through my veins at a million miles per second. I dont dare think I've gotten away, not even after I start running up hill, digging my hands into the earth to pull myself foreword. My muscles burn and scream for rest, but I can't, I won't. I'm too scared to.

Then I see this small break in the side of the hill. A hole of sorts. So I clib in and fall into a house. It was built into the hill and I'm in the upstairs. I'm cold and trembling, disoriented from suddenly finding myself in a house. Everything is quiet. The floor is wooden, and there are a few small doors. Before I can process anything, I hear voices and people coming upstairs.

I start backing away from the sound, whispering, "No no no no no." I start opening all the doors, but they're all to small closets and I know I can't hide in them. Then they're upstairs, two older women just chatting without a care in the world and I run at them, driven by my constant fear. I push them out of my way, leaving mud prints on the floor and muddy hand prints on the one woman. I hurl myself down the stairs; they're crying out in shock behind me.

I'm about to reach the front door, my hand is out to grasp the handle and somewhere in the back of my mind I know if I open that door that guy is going to be there, as if he'd known all along. But I can't stop myself, I'm blinded by my fear and all coherent thoughts are gone. I'm about to grab the handle and I wake up