Bob - more of a bad-assed-necromancer-in-distress than a damsel

So I decided maybe I should go into the business of making horror movies. People would love them... or really hate them.

What brought this on, you ask?

Well, when my dreams start turning into nightmares, I know I've been asleep too long (unless it's at night, then it doesn't count)
Take my most recent dream (Recent as in being I just got up from it)
I was in a play of some sort and there were all sorts of people in it that I went to high school with that wouldn't have been caught dead in a play. Some weird play that hasn't been written yet... I was an extra (as per usual) and things were going great until this girl, Kelsie who I knew growing up but we haven't talked since... we were like 12 or something, popped a inflatable swimming pool (Why we had one, I'm not sure). It started slowly leaking and got water all over me and this other girl (why water and not air? *shrugs*). So, me and this other girl, who I can't seem to pin down as who she is (she seems to be two people at once...), just kinda stand around on the stage with the bottoms of our pants soaking wet until Kelsie shows back up again with some swimming suits. Suddenly me and the shape-changing girl were wearing wet swimming suits, so we thanked Kelsie and went and changed into the dry swimming suits.
I think my cell phone may have gone off at this time, but I ignored it for more sleep. I think this because there is a curious gap in my dream and yet dream logic tells me it's the same day.
I was walking into a house with a bunch of people with cameras on their shoulders. We were interviewing this lady who appeared to be a cross between Octomom and Kate (of Jon&Kate +8 fame). All of the little chillens were running around, they appeared to be about two or three. Suddenly the camera (Apparently, now I'm filming... I blame having watched Blair Witch project a few days ago) pans around to the interviewer who has this terrified look on her face. She says something about the husband and how they "got it on camera" and the camera switches to the wife who looks to the ceiling and says, "Shh, he'll hear you." Suddenly, I somehow know that one of the kids is missing. The camera pans to the other interviewer who looks like the guy from What Not To Wear, but I know it isn't him. He says something, but apparently it wasn't important because I can't remember what he said. I walk (sseing things through the camera) up the stairs which were suddenly behind me.
I come up and this fat guy (but not like WAY fat, but normal American fat) is standing in the middle of the wooden floor in a circle of light. (I do not have the camera anymore) He is very dirty and smalls horrible. He is holding something in his arms. He turns and sees me and I see that it's the missing little boy and he's very obviously dead (I mean like missing eyes because the body is so rotten). "Isn't he cute?" The guy says. He says that he likes them this way, but he likes to keep them longer because there is something about six year olds. (said like someone would say it about a fine wine) The light circle widens and I see that there is a sort of conveyor belt with the top half of little boys stuck on plaques (like people do with deer heads and stuff). He picks the one he had before back up and turned him around so I can see his back is ripped open and there is nothing where the organs should be, but the rib cage. The guy turns to me and says something about remembering how old they are because every year he likes to take a piece of them. As he says this he rips off a piece of skin a little smaller than a credit card and eats it slowly savoring it.
That was when I realized I'd been asleep way too long and woke up.

So yeah, I really need to stop sleeping so long...