Posted on: 2015-07-11 by Guest

Hello everyone. My name is Sam. I remember a dream very vividly from a while back. I'm a mid to early teenager so I still live with my parents. My room has a lot of things from when I was very young, like one batman and one superman posters, stuffed animals, stickers, etc. Just things I never bothered to take out of my room over the years. Now, one night I remember, not in my dream but earlier that evening, a man knocking on the front door. I don't know what he looked like or what he said because my parents opened the door, but I remember hearing the front door slam & hearing my dad curse under his breath. I didn't really think anything of it. Later on, my parents were telling me to go to bed much earlier than they usually would. It was a school night, so my parents would usually make me go to bed at around 11:00. Tonight, I was told to go to bed at 9:00. I argued of course, but eventually just went to my room. It wasn't worth the fight anymore. I payed down and was surprised at how tired I actually was. I fell asleep not long after laying down thanks in part to the peaceful thunderstorm outside. Fast forward to later on when I start to remember my dream. It's a very odd start to my dream, with a first person view of me laying down on my bed with my eyes open. Some things seem very odd in my room though. Instead of a batman poster hanging above my bed, it is a poster of a man's face. I couldn't recognize the face. Then I look over to some of my stuffed animals and see their heads replaced with the same head on the poster, & cross I have hanging on my wall is flipped upside down. There is one thing that I remember in great detail about this dream, and that is the crying noise coming from somewhere outside my room. I got up & tried to see where the noise was coming from, and it seemed to be coming from my parent's room down the hall. The crying got louder & louder the closer I got to their door. As I was approaching their door, the crying was mixed in with screaming & pleading for something. As I twisted the door handle, my dream ended. I woke up with my face dripping in sweat & the rest of my body cold. The alarm next to my bed had woken me up, but it was set for an odd time; 2:00 a.m. I couldn't fall asleep the rest of the night, so eventually I turned on my tv and watched the early morning news. The breaking news story was about an escapee from the mental hospital a couple miles away. They warned of him going door to door asking for a man named Sam... And when they showed the man's mugshot on TV, I felt chills run through my body. It was the same man in my dream, the man on my poster, the same head that was on my stuffed animals.