Note: This is a recurring nightmare I've been having for about a month now. If anyone could tell me what it means, it would be much appreciated.

I sit in the room again. Always the same room, the same light, the same stool. Always. The bulb above me flickers and goes out, like it has so many times before. Following this endless inexorable pattern that twists like so many strands of fate, I turn around, eyes seeking what I know to be there, but what cannot be seen in the dark. Flicker. Light. Still turning, still spinning in a slow circle, warily watching for it - for it will be here, this night, as it has been so many times before. The bulb swings crazily now, sending its seeping light into the dark corners of the room. It is there. Sitting, more so kneeling in the corner. It has a silverish sheen to it, skin stretched tautly over bone and muscle, over limbs elongated to near ridiculous proportions. Like some corpse sitting there, hunched over, arms crossed in front, it stares straight ahead, grinning widely and nodding to itself.

-Oh, God, I'm afraid.-

It twitches spastically, jerking in some crazed dance that continues for endless moments while I watch, frozen with fear. The sunken eyes close, and it sinks to the floor, arms still twitching, like a dying spider in its death throes. It sits up then, and it sees me. Shrunken, dried lips part to reveal a fetid mass of teeth and tongue and gums. It reaches from its corner, the long arm crossing the entirety of the room in seconds, all I can do is scream as the grotesque hand grasps my face.

-My eyes are burning.-

Flames within my skull, and all I can see is smoke and flame and twisted silver hands as I writhe in pain, screaming.

-It hurts, it hurts, oh God, oh GOD, it hurts.-

I can see now, though my face is still clasped in those gnarled hands and my eyes burn. The walls are moving, and I look closer - it's people there, people are nailed to the walls, and now I can hear them shrieking in pain and fear and a thousand other things. Their faces, their twisted faces bleed, bodies writhe in a sick dance, held back by the rusted nails hammered into flesh and bone, driving mercilessly through marrow and the screaming continues, though now it's one voice. My voice. I'm screaming, I'm nailed to the walls, my eyes are burning, I'm bleeding uncontrollably, body racked with spasms of pain.

-Please stop it, stop it, oh God it hurts.-

The things' hands have moved from my eyes to my throat, and now I'm beating senselessly at its strong thin arms, tearing at the twisted hands, fingernails scrabbling across unfeeling skin to find some purchase, some way of releasing its hold on me. My sight has narrowed to a thin pinpoint and I watch as a nail is driven through a child's face into her brain again and again, and I see her die over and over until the hands tighten and I'm falling into a pit of silence and endless dark.

-It was a doll.-

Note2: The bit at the end about the doll - the last thing that flashes through my head before I wake up is that the thing killing me had once been a doll. *shrugs*