I've interrupted my normal posting to bring you a heart wrenching, tear invoking, scared the shit out of me nightmare that just I just woke up from about 10 minutes ago. The villain: a person I know, who will only be described as a someone that looks like a balding Arab. Basically, one day, I was driving, somewhere in MD. I can't remember how, but this guy somehow forced me to be confined in his living room, with two other people. He told me that I had to learn a lesson or something, that I needed to be chastized for wrongdoing. So he had set up cameras in his living room, to see his prisoners. It was terrible, staying in this place, I just wanted to go home to my parents. He was just being really cruel, and we all begged for him to let us out. There was even one day when he put us in an elevator rapidly filling with water, just to watch us scream. Finally, he let us out of the place. Actually, one of the prisoners ticked him off, so she wasn't allowed to leave. When we finally got to leave, he somehow notified my parents of where I was, and they came to pick me up, cuz they hadn't seen me in so long. Of course the guy gave some bogus reason as to why the other prisoners and I were locked up. We all even saw the last girl in there on camera, forced to stay there alone. I was afraid to tell the guy how much I hated him, cuz I thought that he might lock my parents and me up. So I went to the bathroom, and thought that my friend was in there (I was in the stall, and I thought that she came in). So I basically blasted the guy, and told my friend how much I hated him. Well, the guy new some type of dark magic too, cuz apparently it had been him in the bathroom, not my friend. He could disguise himself. So when I got back, the get together was over his wife, brother, etc were gone. I remember cuz they were there at first and I wanted to tell them so badly about what his brother had been doing, locking people up and all). Finally, I was like, hurry Mom and Dad, let's leave before he decides not to let us leave. So we had to go past his room to get to the exit. He didn't know that my parents were with me, and he thought that I wanted to speak to him, cuz he thought that I had figured out the whole bathroom disguise thing. Well, I ended up blasting him, etc, telling him I was going to write a book about what he had done, making everyone prisoners, and all, and that he wouldn't get away. So he proceeded to tell me that he has ways of making people not talk. Unfortunately, my parents had been there, listening to me curse this guy out, and I felt really bad. So I was like, come on Mom and Dad, it's time to go. So Mom and I were basically running to the cars. My Dad was taking it slow. I was like, Mom, why is Dad going so slow, and then my Dad proceeded to get whipped cream on his head, and sat down to actually start scooping it off with a spoon. And my Mom was like, your Dad has been placed under a spell. The guy had done this after I yelled at him. My worst nightmare had come true: my Dad, my hero, probably the most intelligent person in my life, had been reduced to a bumbling southern fool. Oh, I knew cuz he was talking about farms and stuff. So I had to take him home, and it was just very painful, and I'm still trying to calm down right now. It was really upsetting, I hope that this isn't some prediction of what's to come. My grandma has alzheimer's, and I think that I'd die of sadness if it happened to my Dad. I'm already upset because it's happening to grandma, but I'd be crushed if something like that happened to him. I have to go calm down.