All of my life, since I was a young child, I have had a reoccurring nightmare. I have always had a slight fear of clowns and I never knew why. In my nightmare I am at some place that appears to be a circus. There is the circus music playing in the background and flashing lights on the ceiling, on the ground, everywhere. I remember there being a lot of the color red around along with a darker yellow. The dream takes place from the point of view of my own eyes. Usually in my dreams I can see myself, but this one is always different. I can only see the things around me, but not myself.
In this nightmare, I am running, running for my life it seems. Things are burry as I am passing them and I hear a lot of laughter, but not really in a positive way. I am crying and I realize there are clowns chasing me through this place. There are blurred figures standing around me but no one is helping me. I know I am a little kid in this dream even though I can't see myself. I know this because I have to look up to see all these people. My dream always ends with this incredibly creepy clown coming really close to me, staring into my wet eyes filled with tears and the clown picks me up. I always wake up terrified and breathing heavily as if I have indeed been running.
One day, not too long ago, I shared this dream with my dad since I've been having for so many years. My dad began to laugh hysterically. I was kind of mad that he was laughing so I asked him why he was. He said that when I was about 2 years old he had taken me to Circus Pizza. I was running from this clown that was trying to pick me up and I was crying. At first I thought he was joking, but I guess not. My dad said he was sorry for that traumatic event in my life as he was still laughing. I now too think it is funny, and ever since he told me about that day fifteen years ago, I no longer have that nightmare.
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