Dream #3

About two nights ago I had a very terrifying dream, though now…the thought of it is quite hilarious. There was this sort of…convention going on for people who absolutely LOVE anything horror or gore. People who thrive off of scary movies and the characters in them. They were all dressed (very realistically so) as their favorite, and were all in a giant field fighting each other. This was the convention. Fight each other to the death. It was just about dusk, and I was for some reason standing in the very center of all of this unwillingly. The people looked completely terrifying and I was trying to get through them, though along the way I was being burned by hot water..stabbed..and even bitten by some of the people. I remember the ground was slippery, as if it had rained that day, so I was having a really hard time maneuvering around this one particular obstacle in order to get away from some of them. In the middle of the field, was a bath tub. A big claw foot one like I used to have as a kid. Just sitting there. At one point it was in between me and this one guy who looked just gruesome, and I was trying to run away from him.