Weird Connection To This White Guy

I first saw the strange old white man in a dream. I observed him from a corner of the dream and I empathized with him.

Each time I dreamt about him, he was younger until he appeared as he is currently. I recognized his eyes while awake and scanning through channels on the TV. I had not seen him before.

I telepathically confronted him in a subsequent dream telling him that I know who he is. He asked if I really know who he is and then he winked.

It was as if I carried him with me everywhere. While commuting to and from work, I saw him performing on stage, in the corner of my mind if there is such a thing, and ultimately I came across a critical review of his performance. The critical review proved the event was not my imagination.

This oddness continued including dreams that felt like traveling to his place uninvited. He kindly offered a tour of his special room that he called the pit or the pen. I do not remember the word clearly. It sounded like a place that could trap me so I decided to exit the dream.

Also, there was the time I woke up and saw his image standing by the mirror watching me sleep. He shook his head NO and then his image faded. Was he repaying the surprise visit?

Another time was when I was about 1000 miles from home. I missed him. I felt depressed and close to tears but a tear did not have chance to fall. A ball of mist zoomed toward me at high speed and when it struck me, his face formed in the ball of mist. It was oddly electric and I did not feel sad anymore. I laughed a deep belly laugh.

We are complete opposites and there is no sexual connection between us, yet I have a deep affection for him. I see two people when I see him. The one everyone else sees and another version where he is a few feet above his physical image. This other image of him has a glowing quality.