* this story is not mine *
I awoke. I had one of the strangest dreams I can ever recall; it was not horror movie scary nor did it really make any sense. But it honestly frightened me due to me having no idea what was going on. It was just me sitting alone in a stray jacket in a padded white room; from what I can infer I was in a mental Institution. I had no idea why I was there; but all I was doing was trying to calm myself down and think of a reason why I was in there. But before I could completely calm myself down a 6 foot 4 man walked in to the room. He was wearing a fancy black suit; he had big bushy eyebrows with a big bald spot on the top of his head. He walked straight to me, kneeled down removing his sunglasses looking into my soul; he just smiled and said "Hello Destiny. We have plenty of time."
I have been having that same dream for the past month and each time it has become increasingly more frightening due to two factors. They have happened every single night; but they are not even at night anymore. They have happened during the day at work, when I am eating, or even talking to my friends. Just over and over I see the image of the man just laughing and continuing to whisper in my ear "Hello Destiny, We have plenty have time." Having this dream has kept me up at night where I do not want to sleep due to fear of not wanting to experience the dream. I have gotten so little amount of sleep I have the daydreams about it multiple times a day now. I have begun to be insane. The mind is a terrible thing to lose. Because without it you do not know what is real and imagination; I have seen that man so many times that every time I see him I either scream or just start to become hysterical. It has affected my work beyond anyone's comparison; it some of the day dreams now have become more extensive and more terrifying. In the dreams now he just begins to look at me and asks me "You want to end all of this? Than take this." That is when he hands me a knife. In a few dreams I refused and threw the knife down. That is when I wake up; but in the final dream I slit my wrists. That was when I woke up with a butcher's knife in my hand; thank god that I did not actually cut my wrists. That is when I decided to finally open up to my best friend about this dream; she has just told me that I need to go to therapy. I hate the idea of therapy just due to that in the dream I am in a mental institution; me going to therapy makes me feel like that this dream is becoming true. I don't want it to be true. I just don't want it to be true. I want this dream to be over; I just want this entire experience to be done with and out of my life.
I had finally thought it through and decided to go to therapy; I had walked into the office of Dr. Leslie Baker. She just began with saying "So Destiny please tell me what you are here for." I just let it all out; I told her every single little detail about what the man looked like, how it is happening when I sleep, I have begun to have daydreams about the same man over and over again. But I did not tell her the phrase that he always said; I do not know why but I just did not want to disclose that information. I went on for almost half an hour just balling from fear, exhaustion, and just anger that this experience was happening to me. Dr. Baker was just astonished from the complete detail I had about this man and the dream that I had just explained. She replied with "I have never been explained a dream in that specific of detail." But that was not the freaky part to her; it was when I handed her my hand drawing of the man. She stared down and said "This is such amazing detail. I really believe that you need to come to me regularly to talk about this dream. Since you are having this dream so frequently and with so much detail; I will keep this picture and talk to my colleague Ben about this and you will come visit me next Tuesday at 5." "Thank you for your time Leslie."
The next week I visited her and she had some pretty stunning news. "Well Destiny if you can believe this I have 3 more patients that visit this office that have given the same exact story as you with the creepily same amount of detail." I sat there just flustered not knowing what to say. Before I could reply she said "We showed the picture that you drew to all of the patients and they all just began to scream That's him That's him!!" That is when I just began to sob because at that moment I didn't feel so alone and scared because I knew there were other people who shared my pain with me. I wiped away my tears and just choked out the question "Do you have their names in that folder?" She immediately pulled back the folder in her hands and said "I am sorry Destiny but I cannot disclose that information to a patient. But I will be right back I need to go talk to Ben." But before she left for some reason she put the folder on the table. I had no idea why she did that but before I could even finish the thought I was having I grabbed the folder and ran out of the office.
