An excerpt from my Dream Journal

The dream that has affected me the most that I can still remember perfectly to this day took place April 16, 2012 between the times of 3:30a.m and 5:00a.m.

It was a typical day full of stupidity and jackass like antics around the 25thave phoenix area. My best friend had arrived back from a marine tour to Okinawa, Japan and we decided to celebrate by have an old fashion sleep over. The day slowly wined down as we stared at his vintage 1984 wooden panel TV set playing Xbox360 videogames like mindless drones. The TV was so old and worn, wooden panels slowly unsticking themselves from the faded black plastic frame. Approximately 3ft to the right of the TV set was a double door swinging inwards. The right door was permanently locked due to a hardwood, tan, table that held the rooms' ceramic lamp in dead center.  

Across from the desk, parallel to the TV was a 4ft Wooden desk with an Iron pegged, wooden chair that would creak at the slightest touch upon the back rest. Between this triangle of antique furniture was a red and blue zip up sleeping back balled up against the chair along with two no sheeted pillows. As time came to sleep, my friend left the room.

Directly in front of the double door was the living room. Hosting a piano flushed against the left side wall divider to the kitchen. Parallel to the piano was a hard wood tan/white coffee table also parallel to a Yellow floral design couch. Holding three seat cushions one of which sunken from years of sitting in that one spot. To the Immediate right of the double door was a hallway that had 4 rooms. The first on the left side be a bathroom. The second be my friend bedroom across the hall from the laundry room where my friend had made his departure and slept the rest of the night. Lastly, to the end of the hall was the master bedroom where the parents of my friend had been sleeping for the last 3 hours.

After Situating myself among the mess of cloth and pillows I drift off into sleep. Awaking at about one later I check my phone for any missed texts messages, noticing there were none and it was also 2:45a.m. I fell back asleep.

I find myself slowing standing up facing the opposite direction of the double doors greeting a man and women timidly, yet peacefully. Both standing as tall as me (6'1") wearing all white clothing, but loosely clenching them like a resting blanket. The man medium length brunette hair, narrowed face with a defined jaw line and cleft chin grins at me before nodding. The women with long blond curly locks dangling below her breast line wearing the same garments nods as well. I could feel my heart racing with fear, pounding against my chest, making my pectorals thrust forward. I try to regroup my thoughts, but curiosity and a nauseating nervousness cloak over me.

I lick my chapped lips and stutter as I try to release a cracked and dull, "Who are you?" A very soothing, reassuring, "Don't be afraid my child we are here to help you not here to help you" the female said with a comical tone as if she found my tepidness amusing. I remain silent unsure of what is going on and if I was awake or not. She reached out for my hand with a quiet, but kind sweetness in her voice, "We come to see how you are. You are very special, but of course you have always known that" she said with a chuckle. Bringing my hand closer to her heart she continues, "We have watched you grow so much and we are so proud of you!" she said with a fading happiness into driven concern. She releases my hand quickly as if she were in a panic and backs of slowly.

As I look around for the man she grabs me with desperate force. She gets inches from my face and whispers in a frightened quivering voice, "he is coming and we must leave. He is a liar and a monster. Do not listen and do not help him. Now go. GO!" I spin around to see the double doors quivering and vibrating back in forth as if some sort of force entry was at hand. I turn my head halfcocked to try and find the women, but she was long gone. From under the door was a buildup of black fog climbed up the face of the door saturating it with greys and blacks.

Franticly the fog rushed out to the floor, became transparent at the edges, but thick within the center. The mass of darkness arose from the ground up into a cyclone motion creating human structure. The frame of a person was now apparent and with a vicious twist the figures face emerges and comes within inches of my face. It had a solid black face with grey patters around the eyes. The body was levitating off of the ground only showing arms, torso, and head. Its face contorted and round, but the features were constantly changing, except the mouth.

He had such a grin with pearly white teeth exposed reaching from ear to ear. His nose was absent and most of his face was covered by this cunning smile. Eyes were pitch black in the center with grey outline followed by a maroon shade that faded in the corner of his eyes. He cocked his head to the right while grinning with a suspected malicious intent. He was leaning backward as if he were examining me from head to toe. "Don't be afraid I am not here to harm you.  I'm here to teach you." He spoke with a soft, feminine voice that would transfer into masculinity at random.

Assertively I asked, "What do you want with me?" as if I were trying to mask my fear. "Ohh I want many things to do with you. See I'm not allowed to show myself for it is against the rules, but you can see me and I like that." He whispered the last of the sentence as he leaned forward nearly touching his face with mine. I bolt passed him knocking over the ceramic lamp, knocking it on to the ground leaving it on its shade in a desperate attempt to open the double doors.

In the midst of my panic I trip, spinning in a corkscrew motion, landing on my back in the middle of the family room. Pushing with my feet and palms of my hands behind my back, I scooted franticly along the carpet pushing the coffee table back with me. The man spun around in a 180o angle and thrust himself forward with his chest parallel to the ground at my level. He became face to face to me once again and he chuckled, "oh no do not run. For I see that you are the indigo and that makes you very special, but for now you sleep. You will see me again I promise you that." He raised his hand and brushed it against my face. It felt like a veil of smoke surrounding my face with freezing intensity. "Now sleep." He whispered as he brushed my face.

I woke up in the middle of the room where I had fallen asleep the night before. I sit up slowly facing the double doors wide open. To the right side of me indented in the sleeping bag were 2 foot prints where in my dream I would have been standing. I go to walk outside the room and notice the lamp had also been knocked over and cracked around the neck of the lamp. I lift my head up to the sound of the hard wood coffee table being dragged across the carpet. It was being placed back in the original leg marks in the carpet, adjacent to a newer pair of indentions as well.

I could not explain the events that happened that night. I played as if I slept sound throughout the night for fear of telling them my dream and being laughed at. I would never forget the face of the figure I saw that night and exactly what he told me. I still dream about him and every dream I have he seems increasingly angry with me for "ignoring" him. It seems to me that some dreams may be able to come to life.