This is a Dream I've had several times since I was about five years old. I was being followed and stalked by this very shadowy figure, dressed all in white, wearing dark boots, and carrying a big blood soaked knife. I never got a look at his face, but I'm sure it was sinister. So I run down deserted streets until I end up at an old Hot Dog Diner, all they served were different kinds of hot dogs, I.E. plain hot dogs, ballpark franks, footlongs, chili cheese dogs, ect. No one was inside, but the doors were unlocked, all the lights were off besides the neon trim, shedding an unearthly red glow on the scene. The Killer, walking very calmly, on my heels, I duck into the Hot Dog Diner. He follows, and I hide under the tables. He searched for me while I kept moving from one table to the other. I got to the last table in the very far corner. He walks slowly over, my heart racing... and then I wake up. I've had this dream maybe three or four times.
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