I hope this house is clean, Carol Anne

So that feet-to-hooves story must have messed with my mind. I woke up around 3 this morning from a dream in which I was chased and attacked by a poltergeist. When it was just inches from my face, I started screaming; who knows what was actually transpiring in my bed. I'm not much of a screamer in real life, just when I'm about to be attacked by great danes. (Some of you know that story. Good times.) I've been known to talk in my sleep though.

Then, I had another dream with a supernatural element; sadly, I can't remember the details to that one.

And now I discover Tangina from the Poltergeist movies just passed away. Creepy.