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A mostly forgotten reason I don't usually read horror novels: they give ammunition to my nightmares.
This is the first time I can ever recall being stalked by anything resembling a mummy. Ridiculous, really...

So. It just so happened that I, and friends, and family, were at a park in this dream. Track and field competitions nearby, but no one I'm specifically interested in, and I am old enough in this dream to have graduated. [staying my true age, not something that can be taken for granted in a dream.] I am in a Good Mood, not the slightest bit bothered by us having missed the city bus. [What's Grandma doing here? And buses don't run on rails!] We crossed broad streets on foot while the traffic stopped at lights... My older sister was ahead and I was tracking her progress to see where we should follow, and then I dashed off--running along the sidewalk and leaping when I felt like it, light enough on my feet to only touch down every half-block. [I can do this in pleasant dreams. *grin*] The trees are green and in leaf, and I test how high I can jump straight up while beside one--not over the maple's height, but almost equal to mid-canopy, or about thirty feet, at my highest. Such fun. And of course, had to show off to Sarah, who was impressed and began calling other's attention to me.

Next in the dream, I was trying the difficult method of gaining height without jumping first--namely, flying. "Think happy thoughts" pretty much sums it up, as you have to be rather euphoric to be successful. Success feeds success, and failure causes failure. So, I was happy enough to give it a try, but nervous because last time it didn't work as well as it could, and that fear meant I was struggling, and struggling meant that next time I tried I might not get myself off the ground at all, and that added some desperation, which is not a good emotion to have when trying to fly, etc. I moved to the ladder ropes, and hovered inches over what would have been holds, sort of miming climbing.
And then came the turn of events.

Young person comes with awful news about the return of evil what-have-you, all she can do is give warning though she's not supposed to, but I have no idea how to stop it this time [wait, I was at all a part of a small group which halted supernatural evil before but now the two who knew what they were about are dead? @_@] I sag into the ropes, and they become less support, more reminiscent of helpless entanglement, as above, a shirtless man shoves a blonde-haired mother off the platform with the high slide, and she falls--to her death? Maybe not, but injured, certainly.
I'm so heavy, and somehow I become the target of this life-draining man-who-ought-to-be-dead. Where I've kicked him in the side to escape becomes gaunt, and injury and time is represented on him by a spreading hollowness and stretching of features. The worse he looks the more endangered I am, and he gets ugly. Some function of a magic circle has designated me as a necessary next victim, so that I'm priority over all the other panicking people I know in this park. Great, really...if I had the slightest idea how to stop this, which I haven't. I just keep running...
It's not resolved before I wake up, but at least I woke up, yes? ^_^;

A week or two ago I read the first four Tanya Huff Blood books. Let's see, the mummy was in the third...so, Blood Lines is the source of this villain. Technically, the first three are dark fantasy, not horror, which is why I still enjoyed reading them, I guess ;)