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Dream 6:

"I had a dream and it tried to eat you." that was the first words my mind formed when I awoke this morning. I had a dream and it tried to eat you. Have you ever had that little voice in your head speak out so loudly that it drowns out everything else just to utter one little phrase? in the past it has said, "who are you?" and "are you alright?" today it said, "I had a dream and it tried to eat you."

I've had reoccurring dreams and linked dreams as long as I can remember, every dream I have is either identical to another i've had or carries somethign with it from another dream, a character, a place, an event. When it does, those in the dream remember the other time it happened, they aren't seperate. It's like having a whole other life inside the world my dreams have created, one long string of continuous (although bizarre) events, there's only ever 3 bad guys in all the hundreds of dreams i've had, they never change. And they always remember. The dark man, The elderly woman, and the dark thing. I have my theories that they are connected, 3 sides of the same entity that haunts me.

This dream, was of the dark thing. Which has appeared perhaps least often of the three. At least, least often in the form it chose this time.

I once had a dream some time ago about a room. Inside a school there was a little room, more like a crawlspace or closet than a full room. It was tucked to the side of a grouping of stairs that transversed three floors. There were rumors in the school that it was always kept locked by the janitor, locked because it was haunted. every now and then, the room would open itself, the door creeping open and drawing the attention (usually of a couple) of students walking by, they'd step inside to look and the door would close behind them. They would never come out. In the older of the two dreams I once procured the key from the janitor, he didn't know i had it, i'd taken it from him, i opened the door without it bidding me in. I'd brought a freind of mine with me, a young man who was tall, pale and had dark hair. Inside the room it was nearly pitch black. there was a door to our right and a narrow pair of crooked steps leading up to a candle-lit area where an old desk was covered and littered with old papers. I went up to see the desk, my freind chose to open the door. It was the last I saw of him. beyond the door was pitch blackness. I was only able to look in it a moment before a chill feeling of absolute dread overcame me. Like my heart being weighted with stones and bidding my feet to flee. Something was coming. I slammed the door shut, not trusting the lock i held it there for a moment before running to the outer door. It wouldn't open till the last second when it...whatever it was in that darkenss, nearly had me. I flung myself out into the light of the outside hall, it shrank back into the room, closing the door with it. I returned the key to the janitor that day, and told him to guard it with his life.

This time, this dream, it was different. I'd come to the school again. This time with my freind Alex (you know who you are) We were walking up the stairs and found some students standing on the steps looking upwards, one of them, a tall but pudgy man spoke without looking at me. "The room is open." my heart sank as my head spun around to see the room for the first time since that day, the door slowly creeping open and no one near it. I didn't turn to alex, but said, "That room is haunted." I meant to tell him everything, what had happened there, how i'd narrowly escaped, to warn him not to go near. but as soon as he heard the words haunted, he vaulted up the steps and walked into the room.

I paniced, i screamed , "alex no!" and ran up the stairs flinging open the door to the room. It was different. The room had changed, it was larger now, nearest me were piles of old objects in the dark, i couldn't make them out, in the center of the room a table and chairs, the room curved around a corner, and at the far end were a pair of wall sized plate glass windows looking out over a midnight circus, lights lit on carousels and rides where there should be none. Alex was sitting on a chair in the center of the room between me and the table, facing the door neatly and grinning, an all too strange grin. I wouldnt' step in that room. I stayed outside the door, my grip like iron on the handle, practically daring the thing to open or close the door while I held it. I screamed at alex, "dammit! gfet out here alex, get out here now! you don't understand! hurry! get out! alex!" I must have screamed to him for several minutes thought it seemed like an eternity, he just sitting there with that grin. I could practically feel my knees starting to buckle as I lost hope. Last minute, as though suddenly made aware of what the room was doing, how it was manipulating him, making him want to stay, he vaulted out of his chair, running to the door and took my outstretched hand. I bodily jerked him out of the room, kicking the door shut as I yelled at it, knowing full well that the room, and the enitity that both was it, and occupied it, could hear me as I did so. "You'll never get me! Do you understand me?! If you ever take in anyone I know again, I will tear you apart board by board!" I think the threat was more than that, and I think whatever it was understood as well. We both knew, It and I that it had taken alex to get me to step once more into it. It remembered that i was the only one that had ever escaped it. It craved me. It knew that my threat was much more than words, a room like that couldn't be torn apart by removing the walls or door. it knew that when i said that, what I really meant was, that I would destroy it, not necissarily the room itself, but the entity that existed there, that which took people and made them it's own. I would destroy it.

Then I awoke.