So I was younger, a kid, maybe around eleven or twelve years old. I'm in a king sized bed with a bunch of my eleven year old girl friends and we're presumably at a sleepover of some sort. So we're kinda sleeping and then the girl who's house we were staying at's dad knocked on the door which was kinda mirrored. But the mirror that's a window one way. So we could see out and he couldn't really see in. And he looked scary and a little unhinged. All of a sudden both of his ear drums burst on him and there was blood everywhere and he started chasing us and trying to get through the glass and I was really scared and I backed into the bathroom and then the dream changed and I was fully aware I was dreaming and this das figure from the previous dream was there, not bloody, and he kept jumping up and trying to brawl with me basically. And I knew I was dreaming so I could jump up in the air for a long period of time and I was stronger than usual so I was able to actually physically beat him in this altercation. And then I think I woke up.