the scary dream that comes back every time you fall asleep again

The first is creepy: I am in a bed, not my own, and a youngish guy gets in with me. He is heavyset and creepy (not that heavyset folks are creepy, he just happened to be both). I fall asleep and he begins touching me. My stomach turns. I get out of the bed and his parents come in to rescue me. They seem like nice people; they have trustworthy faces, or so I believe.

They tell me that I can sleep with them. We all slide into bed and I feel safe. At some point though the father begins to touch me, and I freak out. The mother freaks out too and she reveals to me that her son has touched her too. I am disgusted and confused. I feel betrayed by the father who pretended to be caring.

Next scene: I am in a big, old house with my husband and our dog and friends and family. We are preparing for what I believe is a Halloween party because there are costumes lying around the rooms and the decorations are a bit dark. On one side of a big wooden staircase a young guy is setting up some kind of contraption---he is the first to be killed and the people around me don't seem overly scared or worried about the situation. Suddenly though a woman's scream causes alarm. One of my female cousins is shrieking and pointing at our dog. She keeps blubbering about her "sister". Our dog hops up on the old couch and we can see she has something in her mouth. Beneath the cushion and behind the couch I notice coffins that have been opened and rummaged through. The dog has a dead baby in her mouth---my cousin's sister who died in 1976. Someone grabs the baby and our dog runs away.

Meanwhile, other party-goers are turning up dead. I decide to get out while I can. I call for my husband but he is nowhere to be found. In the kitchen the back door is open and I run through it; I call to our dog and she starts to come, but then turns around and decides to stay. I run from the wooded yard to the sidewalk. The neighborhood seems quiet, but I don't run to any of the neighboring houses fearful that they may be involved, or that the murderer is lurking in one of their homes. Even though I haven't been harmed I have the strange sense that I am the intended target to terrify. I walk briskly down the street. I see a police SUV turning onto the street, and though I want to call out I am still wary. I let him pass and watch as he pulls into a parking garage of sorts. Another police man drives by, and he too pulls into the garage. I figure that is a safe place to go for help.

I make my way to the mouth of the garage and find that it is under a hospital. With a group of workers I enter the building following their lead. As we step onto an elevator I realize I need to go in another direction to reach the police. I jump off before the doors close and pass through a set of doors that lead to locker room scene. Each area is closed off for a different group of workers: police, medics, firemen, etc. Their areas have swinging doors to them with small plastic windows. I look through the first and see a group of policemen in various states of resting and I walk in.

They are surprised by my appearance. I look into their faces and they seem trustworthy. They are mostly older men with bright blue eyes, but the one who approaches me first is younger and has olive skin and dark eyes; his nose is wide and seems flattened--like he's been in a few fights. He asks me what's wrong, and I make sure to remain calm because I know my story sounds unbelievable. I tell him about the dead baby and the people being killed. He listens patiently.