Creepy Dream and Writing Thoughts

I had a really, really creepy dream last night.

I dreamed that my mother, my siblings and myself were in a little town and had found a fabric/craft shop. It was in a huge mansion (about five stories tall) and we thought the whole thing was a shop. However, it was only the first floor, as I discovered when I went to the second floor and found that it was a residence. Two very old ladies and a young girl (she was 7) lived there. The young girl was not quite right - something was off about her. They kept her quiet and on the upper floors so she didn't upset customers.

They finally arrived at the register and my mom bought some things. My brother bought some candy but when the little girl started having a fit, he gave her some of the candy. "The purple ones don't help!" the older lady yelled.

I found myself listening as they said that at night, she would go find a chair and sit in it and rock back and forth while holding...either a teddy bear or a doll, I don't remember. Probably a doll.

I suggested they put it in her room so she wouldn't wander around the house at night, and apparently they'd never thought of this.

Then I went back out to the car to wait on everyone, when I noticed that the little girl was running to the car. I thought, "There's something demonic about her" and closed all the doors. Then I rolled up the windows but I couldn't reach the 'lock all' button in time so I pushed them one at a time as she ran around the car. The windows were slightly open and she put her fingers through, trying to push them down. I started screaming, "GO HOME! GO HOME! GO HOME!" and then I woke up.

The horrible thing about this dream is that I dreamed it all in segments. I would wake up and panic, then pray, then go back to sleep and dream the next part.

It was rather a horrible night. :/

However:

I am making slow progress on Violet's Monster: Volume I. I think I see where the trouble is, so now it's a matter of deciding what the point is of why Violet is the way she is and then the little details might (hopefully) fall into place.

Whew.