Dread

Another quick summary. It was <PERSON>'s birthday. He has had so many birthdays in my dreams that he would be in his early thirties by now. Anyway, for some reason, my mom bought me gifts even though it was <PERSON>'s birthday. I think <PERSON> came up to me at <PERSON>'s party, where a bunch of people from my school were, and he told me about that my gift cost a lot. Other people did not want him there because he was not invited, but I told them, "It is alright, he just needs to tell me something." I got two teddy bears that I wanted because they reminded me my childhood. <PERSON> told me that they cost around $200 each (I think it was actually $186 or something). I went to my mom and told her that she was crazy to spend that much on a teddy bear. I felt really bad because I felt responsible for making her spend so much money. I explained to her that they only made me nostalgic, and I did not really need them. I also felt bad because she spent around $400 on something that would just sit around. Anyway, back at the party, <PERSON>'s mom had to show me my room. Apparently I was staying there for a while. I was at my house, which was a combination of my old house, and a dream house I have never seen before. It was VERY haunted. I did not want to go anywhere in this house alone because I was afraid. There were a lot of stairs in this house, as if the house would be 5 or 6 stories tall, with most of them being underground. I started out in the 3rd story or something, and I was running through the house, trying to get to the living room where everyone was. I finally made it to my kitchen, where I could see the key hook with my keys on them. This part of the house was haunted too, but a little less. I ran through the kitchen, to another set of stairs and ran up them to find a small room where <PERSON> and <PERSON> were sitting on the couch, and my Grandmom was on the internet. My mom was outside of the room, and I told her I needed to go to <PERSON>'s. She said I should take my key, but I asked her if I could just go without it, because I did not want to go back through the haunted house. I was also without my shoes, and I did not know where they were, and I was not about to go looking for them. I was getting frustrated because my mom would not give in, and every second I was in the house felt life threatening because of the haunting. I took out my phone (which was an i-phone) and attempted to make a text message. I could not make a sentence, or a complete word for that matter. Upon waking, I realised that this was because full, written sentence and dreams do not mix, but while in the dream, I attributed this to the ghost. I was getting frustrated because I just wanted to leave. Suddenly I was in a different part of the house, and I felt a sense of dread (sleep paralysis) and I thought to myself, "This is the same way I feel in dreams." I hate my brain.