I woke up from a nightmare literally screaming. See, I was apparently mumbling in my sleep, which is usually a sign that I'm having a bad dream, and I kind of half woke up and could have sworn there was someone standing at the end of the bed (who was, against all logic, not Slender Man), screamed bloody murder (and then Dale put a hand over my mouth lol), and then, "oh, wait, no one there". Still it freaked me out to the point that I was shaking. I actually got up and read from the prayer book for a while, and even then I still struggled to sleep. Every time my mind would go into REM I would jolt back awake, as though I was afraid of having another nightmare. I finally conked out a bit after it got lighter outside, and had a lovely dream about going out for ice cream with my coworkers.
What freaked me out so much was the thought that someone managed to break in and get into our bedroom without us knowing, and that the person was actually leaning toward me. What really got me was the sense of helplessness. Dale told me I read too much Lovecraft. I laughed it off.
Then I got thinking about the dream more, and I feel slightly stupid, and strangely less freaked by it. See, the dream-person was black, but so black they blended into the shadows, and then it hit me that was the description of Nyarlathotep from Dreams in the Witch House, which I had been reading about the other day (and which, by the way, did freak me out quite a bit as it is). Somehow knowing I was dreaming about a supernatural being is less freaky than it being a human, probably because my mind is more like "oh, dream logic" as opposed to "HOSHIT SOMEONE'S IN HERE THEY CLIMBIN IN OUR WINDOWS SNATCHING OUR PEOPLE UP". So, I'm feeling much better about the whole thing, but still have a strange craving for ice cream.
On that note...YOU WIN THIS TIME, GOD OF TROLLING.