Screaming or howling

Original journal entry dated Sept. 10, 2002: First part is unrelated to the second, they just kind of faded into each other - I was with my family, only it was with my uncle I's extended family. My brother was there, but in the dream he was a little sister instead of a little brother. I dreamt we needed gas, but first we stopped at this one restaurant, and there were lots of badgers inside, and I talked to a waitress who was a friend of my mom's, she was complaining about her hours. Then I went with my family, we needed to get gas, for some reason they were filling up cereal boxes with it and carting them around, I told them this was really really stupid and they told me to either shut up or walk, so I got out of the car and started screaming at them and threw my box away, and made my brother/sister get out too. Then their car blew up. And <PERSON>, in the guise of <PERSON> from The Brady Bunch, came and saved everybody and gave my brother and I a ride home in her truck. Ok, it is funny when I write it down, but in the dream I was very, very angry and upset and screaming at the top of my lungs. I hope I was not yelling in my sleep again. There was a vaguer dream slightly beforehand but I do not know if it belongs with the one I am about to describe. It was... sky-rides. You know, like the buckets that go along those lines, between the poles, and people sit in them... sort of... yeah, me and mom and my aunt and uncle were riding those, I think it was on the way to the tour... they were almost like a monorail but hung upside down on the line and they were open to the air. Then the nightmare, less angry and family-oriented and far more creepy. I had a dream that mom and her friend, for whatever stupid reason they had, decided to go on this one tour with my uncle K and aunt <PERSON> It was through something called "The Basement", a really big haunted region, and it was supposed to be this awesome, scary tour, with the catch that all of the haunted stuff was real. Actually, "The Basement" was only a section of the total area, there were other places with names like "The Attic" and stuff, but I forgot the names, and they were pretty minor areas compared to The Basement anyway (it was the biggie). So we got split up from aunt and uncle and lost our tour group, and it was all grey and misty and totally deserted, and I was scared shitless. Mom told me that she went on the tour a long, long time ago with my dad and she did not see any ghosts, really, except for one that bit her on the top of the head, except that was at the Carnival, which was a ways off. <PERSON> only seemed mildly disappointed that we had not seen anything so far. I was wishing that I could magically and instantly teleport right out of the place, since I was terrified and I had not even actually SEEN anything. Mom told me that if I got really scared I could go and find my uncle, since he was some sort of weird anti-ghost void type person (i.e. could repel ghosts). We were getting closer to this one old house type place and my mother's friend was debating whether or not we should go inside. I personally did not want to go anywhere, much less any place that looked that ominous. It was not the usual Victorian mansion, more like an old farmhouse but a very large one that a richer family would own (like a plantation house only not so, you know, Southern or elaborate). Then I woke up absolutely terrified