I had a dream where I learned that you shouldn't watch American Horror Story right before you go to sleep.
I was in what appeared to be my own house, though furniture was a bit different. Time did not pass as it usually does in a dream, this was fairly realistic. There was an older male presence and two indistinctly gendered younger presences, I can't seem to remember who they are quite well but if I had to guess I'd say they were my dad and my brother and sister. There was a sort of doll. Not quite a doll, but a large off-white cloth worm. It had three faces at the end, made of googly eyes and stitching. It was creepy in a way I'm not really capable of describing. Older Male Presence decided to throw it at me and I freaked out. Then, I went into my room to my computer which, for some reason, was laying in two pieces on my bed, screen and bottom seperated. Spotify was open. There were five tracks that I could see. I knew what all of them were in the dream, but the only one I remember was the sound from the intro of American Horror Story. I pressed space, playing the current track. It was that sound. I quickly fast forwarded to the next track, but the shock of hearing that sound unexpectedly woke me up. At 2 AM.
It was pretty strange.