Mr. Toads Wildest Dreams

There is one particular childhood memory that haunts me to this day.

I'm thinking - based on the scenes I have in my head of the night it all went down, that I must have fallen asleep on the ride home from somewhere, and dreamt something wild. Somehow my mind has lumped pieces of the car ride and the dream I had while I lay asleep in the backseat, together, forming one memory of one that would make Mr. Toads Wild Ride ... a lot less wild.

Either way, this is how it went down...

First scene: I'm with my mom, my brother and my aunt. We're at a shopping center, mini mall if you may, and we're walking towards my mothers Monte Carlo. I get in the backseat with my brother.

Second Scene: We're driving down a dark street, I look out the back window to see Frankenstein, or something much like Frankenstein, following us, on foot, at a reletively fast pace.

Third Scene: My mother hits the brakes, I slam my head into the "thank-god-it's-a-big-car-with-even-bigger-seats" headrest in front of me. I look back out the rear window, Frankenstein is nowhere to be found. We speed down the street, arrive to my home, and run inside.

Fourth Scene: I'm in my bed, with a wash cloth on my forehead.

And that's it. Now, I know I was pretty young because the bed I was in, was in a room with Raggedy Ann wall paper and that was when I was a tot.

So, you tell me....Frankenstein is alive, wandering the streets of Glendora? Or way too many cookies before bed?