A Nightmare Too Realistic

I laid on my bed last night, and I didn't even attempt to get to sleep. I lay on my back and kicked my legs in the air, and fiddled with my clothing, and turned left and then right, and eventually got myself comfortable inside the duvet. I awoke at around 8 in the morning, as my sister was getting up and ready for school. I nodded off again and have been in virtual terror for the past 2 hours or so. The first thing that struck me about the dream as sinister was when I was sitting at a computer with a friend in a college, and there was a fellow I used to know sitting at a computer near by on the other side of the room. My friend went away and the lights had gone dimmer, and he started speaking to me in dull, perverse tones. I don't remember what he said but I could feel the uter violation, and I became disgusted with him and myself in those very few moments. This lasted a long time and when the lights brightened he was eventually caught out and questioned by a teacher. We had evidence to conclude that he had planned to shoot a movie where him and me were hopelessly in love and even had people play cameo roles in it to see how it would pan out. They began to show the movie in a room as evidence, and I was in the room, and I curled up into a ball and held my knees and arms around my face in both disgust, terror and humiliation. I rocked back and forth, and would every so often let out what sounded like a pathetic scream.

In part two I was at home. I can't even describe how disgusting the stalker in this part of my dream has made me feel. I can't mention who it was, only that it was someone very close by. On one occasion, and this was not all, I was clambering about trying to get my sister ready for school with my mum, and all the while my eyes were scouring the house like crazy. I knew he was hidden somewhere, doing something dumb, useless and time-consuming to pass the time until I was outside the house so he could follow me. I pleaded with my mum, I never said many words but the look of sheer expected terror on my face must have done the trick, you would think. I still had to go outside and take my sister to school. We were halfway down the path when I saw that all too familiar human shape following closely by. I didn't rush. Closer, and closer, until he was almost stepping on my heels. He didn't say much, infact if I remember correctly, he may have passed by. It was an odd route to school, we had to go through a derelict, urban part-building and climb some tacky ladders to fully make it all the way. I was in terror and needed to know where he was, and so I hurried my sister up the ladder and followed myself, in all expectation of having my feet yanked underneath me and to be collapsing in the arms of a monster. We walked through the front door of the school or college, or what now seemed to be a place withholding both. I saw him standing amongst a flurry of white plastic tables and chairs, tall, muscleless, and looking for somebody. I grabbed my sister by the arm and dived under one of the tables as quickly as I could, and as was definetaly not expected, he disappeared and went.

The next morning I sufficed more of the same. I was still terrified in front of my mother, and she was still jolly, careless and doubtful. I logged onto my Facebook, and somebody had uploaded at least 7 pictures containing the same thing that I used to be nicknamed as a child, and set them as my profile picture. I saw underneath that there were the names of a couple of friends on Facebook whom, out of kindness and non-obliviousness to the fact that I had been hacked, had reported the images. Now anyone should know that I withhold not much of a life outside anything virtual, and was quite taken aback that such a personal space, hell, my only personal space, had somehow even been taken over by this creature too. My mum didn't do much in the way of frown and tilt her head a little. I continued my journey to school. There was my sister and one of her young friends this morning, and I took them to the derelict ladders. There were two, which I hadn't noticed had been there before. The two of them climbed the first one quicker than I managed the second ladder. Amongst that all-consuming feeling of being watched and violated, we made it to the front door of school once again, and everything seemed to have been a success until we stepped inside and saw him, once more, dotted in amongst white plastic tables and chairs. He was in the very same place, and the school and college kids just sat and did homework, and read, and smiled, and became oblivious to any possible stalker hazard. I panicked and dived under one of the tables once more, but I caught him glimpse the sight of me mid-run. I still clutched my knees under the table in a desperate bid not to be seen or noticed. He turned around and faced me, but didn't look directly at me. There were two older ladies sat at the table in front and he spoke and toyed with them with a sick charm, and they fell for it like dead flies. And then he said the most oddest thing. He proceeded to point his finger at me and say "Hey! Isn't that the top part of your creme brulee?" His tone was perverse again and he didn't make any sense. He still wasn't looking directly at me, more underneath me, and then it concluded to end.