I don't usually have nightmares but last night's was so intense I couldn't get back to sleep for like an hour and a half.

It starts with James, the kitties, and I in bed,(just as we all were in real life). I wake up to hearing the front door being opened. I freak out and turn to shake James awake and let him know somebody is in the house. He doesn't wake up. I look back out of the bedroom doorway, past the hall and into the living room. Standing there is Frank from Donnie Darko, and he is staring at me. I grab for my maglite and try to turn it on and shine it in his direction. It won't turn on. He starts coming towards me and I begin swinging my Maglite at him. It keeps landing what should be a hit, but is doing nothing. He starts talking in that Frank way and I don't understand any of the words, but I get the meaning, which is that he is there to rape me. Once I gather that, I reach for his "undercarriage" to grab it as hard as I can and pull down (that is what I was taught in self-defense). I grab something but it isn't doing anything, than I wake up.

I wake up and look and Jamers is peacefully sleeping as are the cats. Then I hear the faucet in the kitchen turn on. I grab James and we both sit up. I reach for my maglite and try to turn it on, but it won't work. I start really freaking out, I mean it didn't work in my dream, and now it isn't working in real life. I look down and make out a shadowy figure, low on the carpet, coming towards the bed. I say to Bazel and Velvet, "Attack!" and they both instantaneously jump off the bed and chase the dark spot out of the bedroom. James and I get out of bed to go to the kitchen and find out what the flip is going on. In the living room, James disappears, and I walk into the kitchen all by myself. Standing in front of the counter is Frank. My maglite turns into a hammer and I start swinging at him. Once again, I'm landing blows, but it has no effect. Then I notice I was hitting him with the claw end, not the flat end, so I switch it around and start pounding, again, and again, no effect. He mumbles something about what a nuicence they always are and turns into a small dark shadow. He floats up the wall and onto the ceiling. I keep swinging, but I can't even land blows now. Once on the ceiling, he turns into a black moth and flys directly for me and lands on my throat, then I woke up, for reals.

It was hella freaky. I've never had a dream/nightmare where I can't fight back. I've never had a nightmare/dream where I was in danger of being raped. Frank is the one character from any movie I think that ever really freaked me the fuck out. I was so shaken when I woke up that I made James hold me until he fell back asleep. My stomache was all acidy and hurty which didn't help me sleep. Eventually I did get tired enough and slept for another 2 hours until it was time to get up.

So yeah. I'm real edgy today. Add last night to my four hours of sleep the night before, and you've got one mentally unstable Pickle. Should be fun here at work today!