Edward Cullen's not the only one who watches you in your sleep...

I had many dreams last night, but I'll mostly just describe the first one. Sound good?

So I dreams I was at a family reunion of sorts, and we were all staying at the massive house my aunts and uncles grew up in. I happened to be given a room that had, unbeknownst to me, a closet-like door in the back near the bed that hid a mini staircase leading downstairs. It's not like it was a secret passage, because apparently my dream aunt used those stairs all the time, but I didn't know about it. At all.

I went to sleep that night ready to have peaceful dreams (so now I was sleeping in my sleep), but something woke me up in the middle of the night. When I opened my eyes, I saw the closet door was open and two old people stood in the doorway staring at me. And they just weren't old; they were creepy and old. The guy had really light eyes that made him look crazy and spaced, and the lady had so many wrinkles she looked like one of those dogs that are made entirely of them. And they were just staring at me.

Naturally, I freaked out, though I quickly assumed I was dreaming (in my dream). But then the man spoke, and he told me all about how he's going to make sure I'm alive all night by waking me up every so often. So yeah, he was crazy.

And he did what he said he would.

This man, Uncle Billie, I believe, woke me up at least every hour, sometimes more often than that. Sometimes his wife (as I discovered she was) was with him, other times she wasn't. One time, the closet door was open, but I didn't see anyone, and when I went to investigate, Billie was hiding in the corner, staring at me still as I just about had a heart attack.

In the morning, I was completely exhausted because I had barely gotten any sleep (at least I was alive), and I went down to my family and immediately started telling my aunt about crazy Uncle Billie and his silent wife. I'm not sure if she believed me or not, but that's when she told me about the staircase.

And I didn't see the man again the rest of the dream.

Because then it changed to my second dream, which involved something like Australia, a slideable waterfall, camping because my grandpa wouldn't let me into the house he was building and my mom thought it would "build character," and taking a Spanish class, even though I always wanted to answer questions in French because I only knew two words of Spanish. Ah, right, and the missionaries were in my dream. A lot of them, actually, because they went to see the waterfall too. With my friend Jhoan and his roommates. Jhoan, by the way, was going to help me with Spanish because he, you know, knows Spanish...

And then I woke up.