Send In The Clowns ~ Not!!

Okay, so my last post mentioned a few things that freak me out such as balloons and clowns. I had a few comments asking me what's up with that. It is not a terribly exciting story, but mine none the less. Hold on to your seats!



When I was around eight years old I started having this reoccurring dream. I have dreamt it clear into adulthood. I guess I shouldn't call it a dream though, but a nightmare.

It is the dead of winter. The fresh fallen snow had no signs of kids playing or sledding. I have to go to bed early if I want to play outside the next morning my mother tells me.

She wakes me up from a deep sleep and wraps me up in my favorite blanket. I also grab Snuggles, my baby doll. She isn't feeling well and needs some medicine from the local pharmacy. We drive down to Hook's Drug store which was about four miles down the road.

The car was barely warmed up at this point, but mom let me stay inside the car while it was running. Yes, I know. Remember this is only a dream!

My mom was taking forever and I was getting scared. I opened up the car door and stepped into the freezing snow. She had parked right by a drainage ditch. I heard a tiny little noise and thought maybe it was a kitten. I went over to see what it was and there was a long, fat, yellow snake with white polka dots and a face that looked like a clown. An evil clown.

The snake latched on to my blanket while I was trying to get away. He was strong. But I was stronger! He did bite me on my arm, but I managed to get away and I was able to get inside the store and find mom. When she went to check it out he had slithered away.

It's been awhile, but I have had this same dream so many times and it is exactly the same every time. Creepy.

And that my friends is why I don't care for clowns.