My Dreams

July 25, 2016

When I was a kid I used to have this recurring dream, it was actually quite frightening. I used to be so afraid but now that I'm older, I guess you could call me curious. I have been having it at least once a month, kind of like a period but dreaming.

So it goes like this: I'm reliving the day that I had earlier, I go to bed and I fall asleep just like how I did, but I wake up and I can't move and I am breathing heavily. I look at the clock and its the same time, every time 2:15. As I continue to look around my room there is one corner that is darker than the rest and as I focus on the corner I can see a very large smile. To match the large yellowish teeth is some eyes which are just as big.  Its staring at me smiling, just smiling nothing else. I was so scared and so afraid that I would have a panic attack and breath harder and scream for help but in dream nobody can hear you. As I would scream for help he would mock me in a deep husk voice " help me ! Help me! Oh Boohoo" and then he would laugh. It was very spine chilling. So all I would do is stare at him because in fear of looking away I felt as if I would die.

I was scared of every blink, every breath that creature would take. He smelled of rotten wood and old furniture, and he wore the same black jacket for 10 years, he also had a bowl hat that people would say reminds them of the era of Sherlock Holmes. He talked very little, but when he did it was as if he was telling me of the future or my death, or my beginning. I didn't care, I just wanted to be left alone.

Now that I'm older and slightly more experience d with him over the years, I have become less scared and more curious. I have asked him questions which I don't usually get an answer too. He replies with another question, a quote from a poem, or a riddle. I can never remember them, but I am so curious as to why I have these dreams. It gets frustrating when I ask a question only to be brushed off with more confusing responses.

Yesterday I had a dream about him again, but he wasn't smiling and seemed a little tense. And it did frighten me a bit. He sat in his corner but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking down. His eyes glowed almost and I saw a bit of sadness to them. I never had a name for him so I just called him mister as I seemed it fit. I asked him what was wrong and he lifted his head and just smiled his devilish grin. He didn't answer me, but just kept looking.

I looked away for the first time ever and I just scoffed at him. When I went to look at him again he was right in front of my face. I saw the look on his face and it seemed urgent. I was terrified. He was breathing heavily and his breath smelled unpleasant. He whispered something to me that I won't ever forget.

"My time is short my dear, all these years with you have been the best I have ever had. For nobody has paid as much attention as you."

He then touched my cheek softly and got up and walked back into his corner and smiled a smile that was bigger than before.

He then said "goodbye dear" and I blinked then he was gone. I tried to get up and I could, so I walked over to his corner and just stood there a moment. I felt tears burn my eyes and I started crying.

I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to see Mister again, and as frightened as I was. I was going to miss him, he seemed to just watch over me. And sometimes I feel like he still does.