Hand of Darkness

I used to have this horrible dreams all the time. One was very vivid. I slept with this scratchy light brown indian blanket with a trim of green and red stripes at the top and bottom. I was probably about seven. In the dream I was sleeping and awoke to the vision of a large dirty hand in front of my face. I could smell it- like dirty laundry. It would grab me by the head and hair and try to pull me down beneath the blanket. I was screaming, feeling awake. Somehow I'd break free and run into the living room. This tall lanky man dressed in a dark pants and a dark shirt would chase me around the table trying to grab me. It all seemed so real. And then I would run into the hallway and the hallway would start turning, making me dizzy and then I'd wake up. One night I had the dream and apparently woke up screaming, pushing the blanket away in terror and my parents took the blanket off me. I never slept with the blanket again. They put it into the closet in the hall but I could feel the energy. I took it one day and cut it up into pieces and threw it away. Pretty crazy thing to do but the bad dream dissipated.