Post by magnumforce73 on Aug 28, 2014 8:02:47 GMT
In the first nightmare he was a redhead and was shooting at me and yes I blinked . . . and ran.
I just had one about a month ago that really freaked me out, and if I'm wrong in sharing this outside a PM, forgive me--I am not here to upset anyone personally involved in these cases. It was one of the most terrifying nightmares I've ever had. Relentless, I was locked behind a thick pane of glass, and I was forced to watch the bastard as he broke into a home and prepped for what he was going to do that very night. The worst part of it was the fact that I had to stare into his unblinking eyes as he just kept his vision focused solely on the bed--he was standing inside the home's master bath, just watching the bed. After a little while, he went over to the bed, and like a spry cat, he leaped on top of the bed and started bouncing up and down on it. He then hopped down, and he started fixing the comforter and the sheets. What I remember most was that intense, unwavering stare as he ran his hands along the face of the comforter, just flattening his palms and running them softly and smoothly across the length of the bed, gradually pressing harder and harder, smoothing the sheets with an unbridled fury that only intensified the more he dug into the bed. I started smashing my fists into the glass--it started giving, it even webbed over and over, but it wouldn't yield, and I was shouting at the top of my lungs, helpless to do anything about it.
That's only a portion of it. Everything was real-time. I'm still shuddering over it.
mf73