Dream: Stalker of My Past

Date: 2/28/2020

My name was Rina. I was about 27 but I saw flashbacks from my younger years. I had been running across the country. Staying in one place only for a couple of weeks at a time. Drifting place to place as a freelance writer. Trying not to get too attached to anyone because of this. What was my reasoning? I had a dangerous stalker on my tail that the cops and the feds weren’t doing anything about. Or rather… I was starting to think they couldn’t. It started when I was 19. I had just begun my college life on top of working part time as an editor for the local paper. Small stuff to help me keep up on my skills in writing. As time went on I started to get paranoid. Like that prickling feeling of eyes on you. I tried to brush it off… and at first that worked… but then the feeling became more insistent. Then I met Malcolm. At least, that’s what he introduced himself as. He was a quiet guy with a charming smile. Worked as a freelance journalist. I edited some of his stories here and there at our college. We rarely talked to each other. Weeks went by and I got a picture of Malcolm, dead, with a note saying “I won’t let them have you.” I took it to the police and they did what they could. Then another week went by. I got a picture of the cop car that had been outside my house earlier that day. The cops on the first guard shift were dead inside. Mutilated. Same message of “I won’t let them have you” on the note. With the cops now dead I packed light and drove off. I ran and I’ve done it ever since. Never staying in the same place for more than two weeks. Never making attachments. Never repeating places. I got a PO Box for my mail that I’d pick up here and there. After the first three years… it started to calm down. I heard nothing from him and the cops stopped looking. Minus maybe a couple determined men who were close to my family. Now i’m at present time a 27 year old freelance writer who makes just enough to scrape by in my friggin RV that I use to travel the country. Why? Cuz it’s easier than trying to pay for an apartment and a vehicle. Just drive this RV everywhere instead, sleep in it, eat in it, and bathe at rest stops. Not a fun life but it’s better than being found and killed by that stalker. Or so I thought. He found me again. A week ago. He found me and talked to me and now I have to stay in town or he’ll start killing others here that tried to get close to me. He hasn’t told me what he wants. Just that others can’t be close to me. I don’t understand what I did to make him like this or why he’s so bent on keeping me isolated… I’ve already cut ties with my whole family… with my friends… everyone… what more could he want? (I then woke up) (Worst of all… I know i've had this dream before)