I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by another nightmare, this one much worse than the first one:

I was back on the road leading to the Mother's house. Oni again had shape and form, and I was relieved to see her. The road in this nightmare represented everything that scared me. It was the shadows under my bed when I was a child, the clowns with their painted-on smiles and corpse-like skin. The road was Halloween witches and strangers that snatched little kids. ...