dreams

I had a dream last night. a scary one. A nightmare? I'm not sure what the difference is.
So, there was this castle. It was ghastly on the outside. I can't really remember why I thought that but it was dark and craggy and pointy with lots of shadowy unclear spaces. The inside was bright and modern and light and comfortably decorated. And the family who lived there seemed friendly and smiling and normal. But there was also a terrifying (to me) secret in this place. I find that more scary than the doll that I kept having to protect myself from. She kept trying to hurt me, take bites out of me, push me off ledges. Even witout her limbs, even without her head. She was not made of plastic but of flesh and bone. But she looked plastic. She was so tenacious, unstoppable. So frightening even though she was only eight or so inches tall. Shye even perused me into wakefulness. I got up to go to the bathroom and she seemed to be there in all the shadows which were threatening and malicious even when I knew exactly what made them.
But under that there was something fearful that was not clear. That had no form, or shape or name. No definition. Just the knowing that it was there and that it was terrifying.
I think it's formless, namelessness is the scariest part.