Idk if you can call it a nightmare but here it is-
I had looked out the window in the front door. Across the street was a lady’s house. Her house was big and brown. But on her porch, in a chair, lay a dead body upside down. I freaked out and almost had a panic attack. I ran to my mom almost crying and told her to call the police. She did, and they said they’d be on their way. I clung to my mom the whole night. But something was off. My mom was too calm about it. “Mom. That’s a real dead body.” I said while being scared shitless. But my mom replied, “yes, and she’s going to jail for everything she’s done, so don’t worry.”
I started to panic more- I hated just the sight of that house. And I always assumed it was a lady, I’ve never actually seen her but I just knew it was a lady. And that whole night I lie awake, waiting for the sound of police cars to pull up to her house, but I never once heard a car go down the street. I also was scared that she’d come to kill my family and I next. This dream felt too vivid.. but also too unreal. My street was different, it looked like nothing else was behind the houses of our street, my mom was too calm because she has anxiety pretty bad too, and I never thought about my siblings being there too. Even when I’m typing this, my heart races. Now I’m even more paranoid :’))