Date: Sometime between 2009 and 2010.

I remember this being a brief nightmare.
I was standing in the middle of a white room, where the walls held a lite glow. I felt something bad was approaching, but didn’t know what. A sensation crept up my back, and rested on my shoulder. It was a hand. When I turned around to see who it was, I saw my father; he was naked, and his mouth was split open in a Chelsea grin from ear-to-ear. Blood ran down his mouth, chin, and torso and he heaved and gurgled as he laughed.
I woke up with a start, and lay in bed wide awake for a while after that.