Timothy Paradox

The first dream was an absolutely dreadful nightmare. I was in my apartment, or rather my vision was (I was 'the camera'). My body was in the bedroom, asleep. There was some kind of entity of pure evil in there with me, and the camera just drew closer and closer to it. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't look away. I think the entity was in my bedroom, and the camera followed it there. It all sounds silly, and I barely remember what really happened, other than that it was horrifically scary and made Paranormal Activity look like the Teletubbies.

In the following dream, I was friends with game industry critic Jim Sterling. That was pleasant, I guess?