All through my childhood I had the same recurring dream.
The setting of the dream was at night in the small school I attended. I was down the hall from my mom who was working at a desk which was illuminated by the only light that was turned on in the school. For whatever reason I was on my belly on the floor and when I go to stand up my legs are held fast and I struggle to move. When I look down at my feet there is a wicked looking clown with sharp teeth and and orange hair slowly climbing up my calves snarling quietly. I try to yell out to my mom, but my voice doesn't work. It was a terrifying dream that I had for years and it always ended at that point. (by the way I had never seen Steven King's movie IT until my late teens.)
When I was about 14 I finally told my mom about the nightmare I'd been having all my life. She told me that when I was very young (about 4 yrs or so) a clown surprised me coming out of an amusement park cave and scared the living shit out of me. Once I was informed of this. I never had the dream again. I guess once my conscious mind understood the meaning behind the sub-conscious mind there was no longer a need for the dream at all.
It was truly terrifying though.
visual aide:
![[Image: evil_clown_by_namesjames.jpg]](https://images.weserv.nl/?url=www.zgeek.com%2Fforum%2Fgallery%2Ffiles%2F1%2F0%2F6%2F8%2F1%2Fevil_clown_by_namesjames.jpg)
The setting of the dream was at night in the small school I attended. I was down the hall from my mom who was working at a desk which was illuminated by the only light that was turned on in the school. For whatever reason I was on my belly on the floor and when I go to stand up my legs are held fast and I struggle to move. When I look down at my feet there is a wicked looking clown with sharp teeth and and orange hair slowly climbing up my calves snarling quietly. I try to yell out to my mom, but my voice doesn't work. It was a terrifying dream that I had for years and it always ended at that point. (by the way I had never seen Steven King's movie IT until my late teens.)
When I was about 14 I finally told my mom about the nightmare I'd been having all my life. She told me that when I was very young (about 4 yrs or so) a clown surprised me coming out of an amusement park cave and scared the living shit out of me. Once I was informed of this. I never had the dream again. I guess once my conscious mind understood the meaning behind the sub-conscious mind there was no longer a need for the dream at all.
It was truly terrifying though.
visual aide:
![[Image: Evolution.png]](https://images.weserv.nl/?url=i1118.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fk619%2Fjcincain%2FPublic%2FEvolution.png)
