This wasn’t actually last night, it was when I was seven or so. (I’m twelve now so it wasn’t that long ago) I hated it! The dream, everything about it. I had woke up in my bed (In my dream obviously) and I climbed down as it was a bunk bed onto my carpet in my room. After that, I continued into the hallway and past my parents bedroom. The time was something near 2 in the morning, but the day or month I cannot recall. Anyway, I walked down the stairs, and the walls were covered in knives dripping with blood, heads too. It was horrible! But that’s all I can remember…does anyone know why that occurred? If you do please tell me as it would really help!