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My friends and I were talking during passing period about our worst nightmares and it made me start to think: what IS my worst nightmare?
Is it the one of the black and white house of horror and doom where I fall through the floor after seeing all the weapons of slaughter and the children crying? No. though that one did scare the crap out of me.

Was it the one where I was being chased by the legendary monster of Camp High? No. Again that scared me senseless.

So what was it??

And then I remembered it. That cursed dream that I have had since I was five.
The Cursed Muppet Weasel dream.

Okay so in my dream, I'm at my old house back in Slidell, Louisiana (which is completely gone just FYI) sitting on my bed, my lace curtains just in my line of vision. All of a sudden, flames completely engulf my room, surrounding me and blocking any route of escape that I might have used. My window is just beyound the flames, taunting me with the thought of "So close and yet so far."

I start screaming. But it's not because I'm trapped in a flaming infero. No. It's because right by my bedside is a...MUPPET WEASEL! A BLOODY MUPPET WEASEL IS CHASING ME AND I CAN'T GET AWAY! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

No really that dream scared me soo bad I couldn't go to sleep for like another 4 hours. damn that muppet weasel.
shut up steven.