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Here is a strange dream which I had a few years ago. Fortunately, I wrote an account of the dream and emailed it to one of my brothers so I can now paste it here for your entertainment. In my dream I was one of a small group of teenagers/young people staying in caravans (or chalets, I am not sure which) in Scotland, somewhere near the coast, I think. We were staying near a big house which itself had become part of local folklore because of the macabre events which had occurred there a few years previously. The owner of the house, a professional man (probably quite wealthy, he might have been a dentist by trade, again I am not sure) had a load of guests around for dinner and he brutally murdered them with a big old kitchen knife. Unfortunately for my teenage companions and I, it turned out that Psycho-Dentist was still at large, on account of the fact that after someone who was apparently my girlfriend and her brother left me in my chalet (I think they were chalets, not caravans) the Psycho-Dentist came in and stabbed me to death (I don't remember it in too much detail, I think it happened very quickly ... all I know is I was scared and I felt very alone). Instead of waking up when this happened, I carried on dreaming and having been killed in my dream, I simply became someone else in the dream! The police came and examined the scene and didn't really do much generally. However, us being teenagers/young people in a slasher-film style dream we were too dumb to up-sticks and get on the next train home (it didn't even occur to us). In fact, we decided to prepare ourselves for another night in The Campsite Of Doom. In order to prepare for another possible encounter with The Dastardly Dentist Of Death, we went to the campsite wash-house. I am not sure why! I have a vague recollection that in order to get to the wash-room itself, we had to go up lots of stairs (the kind that twist around, not the straight-kind that you have in most peoples' homes). Like I say I can't remember what we did in the wash-room that could constitute preparing ourselves for an encounter with Psycho-Dentist (although apparently, our motivation for going to the wash room was that we wished to make sure we were prepared). I did clean my teeth while I was in the wash-room, but I think I was nervous and I don't think that this was in any way a preparation for an encounter with Psycho-Dentist. Maybe, I thought that clean teeth would act as some kind of prophylactic against Killer Dentists! Maybe the dream indicates feelings of underlying guilt about not having got around to seeing a dentist for several years. Anyway, while we were there I realised that Psycho-Dentist had entered the building and he was on his way to get me. Don't ask me how I new this but I even had a vision of him making his way through the building with his knife (I can't visualise him now though). Anyway, it was around about this point that I woke up. Unfortunately, I couldn't move at first (this is called sleep paralysis, and it is a fairly common experience, its happened to me a fair few times before) and get this...I could feel the presence of the dentist lurking somewhere in the room with me. Luckily for me, once the sleep paralysis wore off and I was able to move again, the sensation of having a Psycho-Dentist nearby vanished without a trace.

Why did I have such a strange dream? Prior to going to sleep I had eaten about two-thirds of a Profiterole Gateau (obviously this was before I became a vegan) as well as spending lots of time blowing things up on a computer game. Could it have been the effects of all that rich food and all that virtual violence? Let this be a warning to you all!!