The Man

Date: 8/3/2016

This was my first and only (so far) lucid dream. I was laying my bed, sweating. Something was watching me, i feel it. There was something on my bed, a baby sized black figure. It was crying, but not a sweet innocent cry, more menacing really. I was horrified, but i couldn't move. I couldn't do anything, it's almost equivalent to a paralyzing effect. The small baby figure disappeared, but i still felt as if i was being watched. I look through my doorway, as there was a man. A shadow man. He was looking right at me and laughing. Not a sweet laugh, menacing. I screamed it took everything i had, but i did it. He stopped laughing, and suddenly all i felt in the room is anger. He was furious. He through something at me, i don't know what it was but it knocked me out. I woke up in just a regular dream and i was surrounded my mirrors. The ceiling, mirrors. The walls, mirrors. The floor, well I'm sure you can figure that one out. it was dark, but light enough to see what was around me. I didn't understand what was going on, so i continuously look around for something. Anything would do, i just wanted something to help me understand why i was here. There it was. Or should i say she was. She look at me right in the eye. Her eyes were as pure as gold, but as black as coal. She was horrified. She kept whispering my name over and over. She was long black hair and and a white silky night gown. Almost as if she was taken right from a movie. Suddenly her voice became my alarm clock, so she started singing my favorite song really slowly and really weirdly. Then I woke up.