Dreams are happening.

One in particular confuses me. I was thrown into darkness as soon as I heard the cry. It was an abrupt childlike cry, that sounded a cross between a giggle and a growl. I was compelled to investigate where it came from and who had made it. It was a little eerie.

I found myself inside the back of grandma's house. It was so dark I could only make out an outline of the back door. The cry had come from the other side of that door where I had spent my first few months in infancy. It felt like an evil cry.

I think it was my cry, and a perception of my anger.