True Evil Visited Me Tonight

Date: 5/12/2019

~After a night of tossing and turning I finally fall asleep probably somewhere between 4 - 5 a.m. It is now 6 am and I have just awoken from a nightmare. Not the kind I normally enjoy (I usually dont like it when my man Al wakes me from my sleep when Im whimpering or crying out bc I usually enjoy my "nightmares". But for some reason this one TRULY frightened me. And it's not even that scary! Not to tell it at least. But being there... It wasnt so much the visions, what I saw or heard. Although that did scare me. I felt my heart hammering in my chest and I remember the thoughts racing through my mind, but it was more the 'feel' of the dream. The aura of what was around me. Of the second part of the dream at least. I felt so unsafe. As though I was surrounded by something *truly evil* that was still there even when I cd no longer see it. Was right beside me just waiting to appear as soon as I was alone. And it cd wait .. forever! ~The room is set up like so - you come up a thin beige-carpeted staircase w/ a white railing to be met with a white door. Open the door and you're in our room. It's the attic transformed into a bedroom, so it's triangular shaped (only has two walls and the floor, as opposed to four walls, the floor and ceiling. You know?) The room is all wood. When you walk in the door and look straight ahead, you see a small window. The only window in the room. Our bed is near that window. The other bed (the one that's rarely slept in) is closer to the door). Al and I had just fallen asleep when I hear a man talking. He's talking so loud he wakes me up. But from being so tired and so surprised at what Im hearing, I dont really react right away. I just lie there and take it in. I hear this man talking. And I turn my head ever so slightly to look towards the other bed, where I hear the voice (Al sleeps near the window and I sleep closest to the other bed). There's a man lying on his side facing my direction, not looking at me though, talking on an old rotary style telephone. He's on the phone w/ his mother. He sounds effeminate. Or young, like his hormones hadnt quite kicked in yet. But he was in his mid 40's. I remember thinking to myself "WTH?! There's this man in his mid 40's, slight beer belly and balding, and he's talking on the phone to his mother like he's speaking to his wife or girlfriend (or boyfriend) or something. He was lying there in a white wife-beater style under-shirt, white and light blue striped boxers on; his slight beer belly hanging out between the two. Over this he had on a sheer pink robe with faux fur around the armholes; only a thin ribbon to tie it shut (although you cd see right through it so why it wd even need to be shut, Ive no idea). He was lying on his side, the arm holding him up had the pink phone cord (the long curly kind old Grandmas use to have) between his fingers. His other hand he was twirling the "belt" of his pink robe near his waist. He had quite a bit of chest and body hair (though he was balding on top), as well as an old timey moustache that twirled upwards at the ends. His hair was all red. I had that thought abt him being a 40 year old pot bellied Jewish juvenile, but then I started to question why he was there. Did we have a roommate?! I was so tired I cdnt think straight! Did we get a roommate?! No! No, I know we didn't! I started trying to nudge Al awake without getting this Jewish guys attention, but he was too deep asleep. I cdnt nudge him hard enough without the guy facing in my direction seeing me. I tried whispering his name, but to no avail. I remember somehow coming to the conclusion/realization that this other guy was a ghost/apparition/whatever👻. I thought to myself "It must feel like this all the time to the ppl who can always hear things from the other side. It must be so frightening! How do you tell what's real and what isn't?!" Or rather what's from our plane of existence and what isnt. This guy on the bed looked like actual still alive flesh and blood! Then I thought myself a coward for how scared I felt, the hammering in my chest so strong. But immediately after thinking that I then thought "..but I bet everyone was scared the first time they heard or saw something! This is something that one wd only be "okay" with after living like this for quite a while, but most definitely quite frightening at first"! I kept trying to nudge Al awake and eventually succeeded. Bleary eyed he asked, "What?! What is it, Baby?!" I replied "Can't you hear him?!" "Him?! Who?!?" "I hear a man talking"! He immediately gets up and checks. Since the room is so small with no place to hide and seeing no one straight away, he immediately runs dwnstrs to check the rest of the house. As he's first getting out of bed, I put my head beneath the blanket. I can see clearly the white sheet covering me. My feet, although covered by the sheet, were hanging off the end of the bed. I cd practically feel something come from beneath the bed and lightly tickle the bottom of my foot, as though either with a feather or a long thin nasty finger nail.. I cd envision them both clearly (the feather blue, the finger a dark gray/black as though perpetually rotten but never actually rot*ting away). This happened so quick that as I pulled my feet up and pulled the sheet off my head, I cd see Al's form rushing out the bedroom door and down the stairs. I reached out my hand as if to reach out to him and stop him - I didnt want him to leave me alone in that room! But before I cd even say anything, something else appeared. Right in front of the door Al had just walked out of, at the foot of the other bed... He was facing the door as though he had been watching us, watching and waiting for Al to leave, and literally the very second he was out of the room, this "guy" appeared. He was about 6 1/2 feet tall if not a bit taller . In nothing but dirty white boxers, a very large beer belly hanging over them.. He was a white guy (or looked like a white guy, Idk what he actually was..maybe an evil angry ghost and this was what he looked like when he was alive) but he was covered almost completely in something black. Like oil. Or in the dark, it cd hv been blood. As Al's feet quickly race down the steps, this thing slowly turns to face me. The only parts of him that dont appear to be smeared in this dark liquid are his teeth and his eyes. They're the only things that look white anymore. He turns to face me slowly with a maniacal grin, his eyes not quite meeting mine (or at least not both of his eyes). He looked truly insane. Raving mad. I've never seen anyone that looked *truly* gone/insane/evil/capable of the most HEINOUS things before, but I cd see all these things in that one look he gave me. He was doing that wrestler-pose where you put your arms in front of you and flex while making "scary" faces. He was making those faces *while* still maniacally smiling at me. It was TRULY creepy! This guy was the worst thing I can remember seeing in my dreams in a LONG time! I dont remember the last time I was THIS scared! I felt this thing was true evil incarnate and I HAD to get out of there! Even to the point of realizing it was a dream and KNOWING that I HAD to wake myself up. So at first I started patting the spot in bed next to me where Al sleeps, hoping I'd hit him irl. Then I started screaming as well. Like, REAL TERROR SCREAMING! I hoped that if I yelled loud enough in my dream, I wd make enough noise in my sleep for Al to hear me and wake me. The last image I remember seeing was of myself, a close up of my face. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut and my mouth was open wide in a HUGE scream..my hands were fisted up in my hair, my whole head a mess, as though I was trying to tear my hair out to wake myself up. Sweat was on my brow and tears were streaming down my cheeks... ~ I woke up finally bc Al woke up (either from my noises or from something else, I cdnt tell you) and got out of bed to pee. When he sat up and left the bed I awoke. I was still so scared. I was afraid to look at the other bed, afraid I'd see "something" or "someone" there. I cd only assure myself that it truly was just a dream bc we dont have an attic bedroom. More like a one room studio apartment. But even with Al being mere feet away from me in the dark crook of the bathroom, I felt as though he were too far. I cd see his back facing me from my position, and seeing the form of a man but not being able to see his face, kept my heart racing (even though I *knew* it was Al)... It took me nearly an hour to write this all up and Im still scared. I have to pee so bad but am too afraid to get up and go. Maybe I'll start recording the first dream I had and that will help calm me down? =/

AI generated interpretation This dream is complex and filled with unsettling imagery, emotions, and sensations. The theme of feeling surrounded by true evil is a powerful and distressing one, evoking deep fear and anxiety. It seems that the dream captures a sense of vulnerability and helplessness in the face of a menacing presence that feels both real and fantastical. The setting of the dream, with the attic transformed into a bedroom, adds to the sense of strangeness and disorientation. The appearance of the man in the pink robe talking on the phone, followed by the grotesque figure with a maniacal grin, represents a clash between the familiar (a mundane phone conversation) and the horrific (a terrifying and possibly malevolent presence). This juxtaposition may reflect a fear of the unknown or unexpected intruding into one's safe space. The dreamer's efforts to wake their partner, Al, to protect themselves from the perceived threat suggest a need for support and reassurance in the face of danger. The escalation of fear, from hearing a voice to feeling a tactile sensation on the foot to encountering a nightmarish figure, reflects a mounting sense of dread and panic. The dream conveys a mix of primal fear, confusion, and a struggle for control in a situation where the boundaries between reality and nightmare blur. The imagery of the dreamer screaming in terror, sweating, and crying evokes intense emotional distress and a desperate need to escape the perceived danger. The dream's resolution, with the dreamer awakening to find reassurance in Al's presence, suggests a desire for safety and comfort after a harrowing experience. The lingering sense of unease and fear even after waking further underscores the impact of the dream on the dreamer's psyche. Overall, this dream appears to tap into deep-seated anxieties and fears, possibly related to feeling vulnerable, threatened, or overwhelmed by a perceived malevolent force or situation. It may be helpful for the dreamer to explore any underlying sources of stress or unresolved emotions that could be manifesting in their dreams. Engaging in relaxation techniques, seeking support from loved ones, or discussing the dream with a therapist could also be beneficial in processing and understanding the underlying psychological themes at play.