If you don't want to know about WHO told me this, skip to the text below the smiley.
First of all, let me tell you about who, actually, WHAT this guy is.
Though I am 15, I have imaginary friends (And no, I'm not lonely, I have a lot of real friends, but I use my imaginary friends as an organization mechanism for my mind) I have a lot of them, the prude one who tells me what to do, the sexual one, the fun adventurous one, you name it. I am fully aware they are not real, so don't worry about that. The thing is, that this "imaginary friend" of mine doesn't seem to serve a purpose, besides telling me weird things such as (I writhe them down whenever he tells me something in a dream.)
"What a lovely crystal mask you have, trying to hide behind it, but remember dear, crystal is transparent."
"Your smile is a beautiful lie." (I later made some research and found that in a song)
"The best liars are those who can lie to themselves and succeed, you have done that already, admit it, you have a talent for lying."
Those are just a few.
It's a weird fragment of my mind, I think he represents part of my subconscious.
He always wears a purple striped suit, with a black shirt, and a yellow tie (sometimes it's green??) and dark purple hat, he dresses like someone in the 30's/40's would... He is tall, thin, with yellow eyes and red, messy hair. His smile is usually very wide and he sort of looks evil... xD!!! His name is Erick.
NOW! The dream! I was in this dark abandoned factory, it was the late afternoon (I always seem to dream about isolated places that are damaged, destroyed or abandoned, unless it's an exceptionally good dream) The factory had ashes on the floor, it did looked burned and rusty, I heard a voice behind me and found Erick, staring at me, and for some reason, he started to walk around me (skipping at times) in this playful, childish, teasing manner. He started to say something about how I was pretending to be something I wasn't hiding from the world what I truly am. He started to say how I should stop trying to act like everyone else, and finally stopped skipping, looked at me in the eye, chuckled, and said: "I can see the freak in your eyes." then he smirked... And I woke up before I could ask him what he meant... D:
again, I repeat: I am fully aware that he's not real, so don't even think about suggesting psychosis or schizophrenia, I do believe I have "Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder" which makes my imagination extremely wide and intense.
If you bothered to read it all, thank you so much, any answers appreciated.
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