Last night, I dreamed of being awoken by 5 blonde-haired boys, about the age of 10, running past the bedroom door. We went downstairs to ask how they got inside the house, they start being cheeky and I clip one around the ear. They don't seem to care that we're very angry that they broke into our house and eventually tell us that they got in through the 1st floor bathroom window. I threaten to call the police, they don't seem concerned. They're not doing anything particularly objectionable, just sitting around the house, but it's the fact that they're there at all. I call the police and the phone keeps disconnecting. On the second attempt, I realise after dialling that I put the phone on the coffee table. I pick it up to hear a person telling me, very quietly, to type one word into the phone using my touch tone keypad. I'm impressed, the police obviously have prepared for situations where, for example, you're hiding from someone who has broken into your home and you don't want to speak to the person on the phone for fear that you'll alert the intruder so you can type your emergency in via touch tone.
After disconnecting 3 times, I stop trying to call the police and wake up.
Following on from that, I dream that I'm laid in bed. There's a strange itch in my back and I can hear a sucking, smacking, chewing kind of noise. I realise that something is right behind me and eating its way through my back. I can't bring myself to face it. The noise becomes punctuated by crunching and I realise that it has reached my spine. I try to reach around to grab it, finding that it's a roughly egg-shaped thing about 2 feet long and made of blubbery flesh. I try to pull it off and it begins to eat frantically. I scream hysterically and wake up.
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