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why does this man keep showing up

Vortex of Dreaming

I was feeding penguins at the zoo. They were hungry, and one of the penguins told me that she was secretly a woman. She told me to back away, and then her and two other penguins dived into the water and became humans. They sang and I wondered how they could breathe underwater.

[missing time]

I'm sitting in class now and chaos is abound. We're watching a movie.

I get sucked into the movie screen and into a green vortex.



A man is singing a song about the paradox of dreaming. I wish I remembered the lyrics.

I eventually pass through the singularity and the green vortex settles into what looks like a digital land. I am in a black void, however, soft hills made of silent, thin green and red pixels surround me. I feel like I am in the cyber afterlife.

The dream glitches for a moment, and I am suddenly in somebody else's dream. They are in a haunted school and trying to hide in their lockers. The vortex pulls me out of their dream and I wake up.

Return of the Creepy Man

I am moving into my university dorm. Our dorm is very small and we have to share living space with 4 other people. One of my room mates is a junior in college.

Her and I decide to go for a walk into town. On the way back, she tells me it will be shorter if we just cut across a section of fields and crops.

The crops turn into long corn stalks (ffs), and we come into a clearing. It was almost like the daylight version of yesterday night's dream. In the clearing there are dead animals hanging upside down so that their blood can be drained. There must have been at least a hundred dead, hanging animals.

"I think we should leave..." I silently whisper. This place is creepy, and who ever lives here is probably the aggressive type.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I come this way all the time," She says and brushes it off. I see movement behind a few of the dead animals and recognize the man immediately. He is the exact same guy from yesterday night's dream. He was the man who would hide in the cornstalks and stalk your every move. He stood probably around 6 feet tall, had a chunky stature, and had short blond hair. He acted as if he perhaps had a mental disorder.

I will nickname this man Pete for now. Pete slowly walked towards us, intention on his face. Forgot what happened here (sorry!) but later when we were back at our dorms he was still following us. He was in another wing, stalking.