I made a diagram for what I remember…

The first part of the dream which I have enough detail to write about… It was night time. I remember that I stored my guitar and my mother’s pink suitcase into a bedroom in a house (this is a vague memoury, and I don’t remember the details of the dream there). The old woman rushed out with our luggage, telling us that we had to leave. For whatever reason, we didn’t listen, and I followed her into a dark room. She was an elderly woman, somewhere in her 50’s, staring out of the window [5] at (something?)… She told me a little about herself – she was overwhelmed by fear if someone touched her from behind her (e.g. on the shoulder, back, etc.), she was cursed to live in the house we were in. That’s all I can remember which she said. I could feel fear emanating from her in those moments when I talked to her, but I don’t know if she was scared of me, or of something around us. As I talked to her, I could also feel dread and uneasiness creeping into my body. My heart started wrenching as I turned away from her to look at a shadow that had just passed by my feet. I spoke a couple words aloud, saying something about demons, and realised that the shadow which flew by me was a cat [1]. As soon as I mentally recognised the shadow as being a cat, I refocused on a different part of the room, and on that spot, literally a dozen more or so cats [2] materialised in the same spot where I gazed [3 - Where I was standing for 1 and 2]. I moved away to a window in the room and examined things outside. [4] The first thing I saw appeared to be a Halloween prop, a grim reaper. There was a large, flattened, cardboard box covering half of the window I looked out of. The first time I looked at the grim reaper [6] (its back to me), it immediately sensed my presence, and it turned its head to return my unblinking stare. I quickly hid myself behind the cardboard, and for whatever reason, I looked back out again to stare at the reaper, challenging it once more.. And after a split second, I took off, out of the room, and down the hall. I went outside onto the porch. I passed by someone/something who/which was hanging on a noose in the cover of the porch (the porch having this kind of look: http://www.roseofsharoncottage.com/suites/garden/susanPorch.jpg; the manbearpig thing would have been hanging in the same spot as where the “ceiling” fan is shown.) As I passed by it, it vomitted blood to the ground/floor around itself in a habitual state, with 5-10 second pauses. After passing that area, I ran along the cement towards the shopping mall. [Stopped moving at 8] I looked towards the mall to see clowns rushing out with shopping carts full of toys and such, and they were laughing like hyenas as they left the store… The clown in front stopped [9] as soon as he saw me, and he smiled as he drew a knife. I was expecting an epic battle to the death, but instead, the clown simply threw the knife at my abdomen region, hitting the vertical center perfectly. I felt the pain as the knife slid straight through my skin from abdomen to back, and at the same time, it gave me the sensation of being kicked in the stomach with steel-toed boots and getting the wind knocked out of me. And at that same moment I was “kicked (in the sense of Inception)’ from my dream, the fear and anguish left my body, and the intensity of the false knife pierce’s pressure slowly faded away until I gained full consciousness. The end!