When,i was younger, my mom said I could see dead people, all I remember is the nightmares. They were awful. I was scared of everything. They stopped after a while, but now they're coming back and I'm worried what that means. I don't believe in any of that nonsense but there's something deep down inside me that either, I don't want to remember, or I shouldn't. Something happened to make me not see anything anymore.
This is one of these "dreams" I've had:
I'm young again. I'm with people I've never met I'm the only child amongst this group. We see a man in black with a cowboy hat, even his face is black. He follows us, slowly getting faster. We start running, he just walks but he's catching, up with us. He catches one of us and eats him the person's blood looks bright on him he's that dark. He smiles but I knew that it wasn't a smile. We hide and he walks to a field where suddenly a row of doors appears some are nice, some are old, one is bad, as in I knew it was bad, it was a really bad dark red door with cracks on it and spikes everywhere around it. It's not right. I go up to him with the others. We line up in front of him, he looks at us all pacing back and forth. I ask him a question, (I can't remember what I asked) he smiles. He then kills the rest of the people with me. He gives me a silver bracelet then goes through a door. I look at all of the doors, the red one seems to almost call my name so I go through the door. I wake up.
I looked it up, I'm not the only one who has dreamed of him. Hundreds of not thousands of people have seen him. I know this isn't a site for dreams but dream is the only way I can rationally explain it. Is it possible that he gave me my gift back? I know every kid sees imaginary friends or things like that, but I know for a fact, I saw people who were dead. My "Dreams" are getting worse. I'm afraid for the first time in my life I've gone somewhere I shouldn't have.