When I was a young child, I was constantly haunted by this one nightmare. It happened nearly every night, according to my memories. I don't know when it stopped, but I believe it finally vanished when I was about fourteen or fifteen. Around the time both my grandparents died - my parents and I were taking care of them in our house.
For reference, these are included in my nightmare: Alice in Wonderland, Ace Ventura/Jim Carrey and Pennywise/IT the Clown.
Nightmare:
I'm desperately running through this narrow hallway with various doors of all colors and shapes (Alice in Wonderland), but I never try to open any of them. Instead, I keep running forward. I'm being chased by Ace Ventura, only he has Pennywise's claws/hands, wicked smile and frightening voice that's laughing wildly. He's also carrying a chainsaw.
I run for hours, or so it seems, until I finally find myself at the hallway's end. There's a door, but it is locked and I can't open it. I turn around, Ace Ventura approaches and stands there waiting to attack. The last thing that happens is he speaks, "It's time to realize/Time to wake up/Now it happens...(I can't remember which is the exact sentence.)" Then he attacks me with the chainsaw and I wake up.
My Thoughts on the Nightmare?
Ace Ventura was a character that I adored. I never saw Pennywise at the time of these nightmares, but I knew about the character and had seen him before. I've always been taught to fear men, my mother was overly protective. I think my mind melded the two completely different characters together in a way to remind me that even the sweetest and nicest person can be a monster. I'm not sure, though. The locked doors can symbolize my extreme fear of not being capable of controlling my life.
What do you think?
