Dreams I Have Had

Nightmare #3

My Nightmare (3)
I was around 4-6 years old when this happened. I'm now 15, but I remembered the dream when we were doing something around my old childhood house.

I had thought I was brave enough to sleep in a guest room instead of a room I shared with my sister- that room then was turned into a room I shared with my twin. The bed in there was a queen sized bed, which was bigger than me.

In the nightmare, me and my twin sister had been seemingly abducted by a man I will call the Man with the Black Hand. He had wrapped us in tentacle like membranes that were black in color, but as if they had been painted on because it looked like ash flaking off. As it flaked off, it revealed blue glowing veins that seemed to pulse. The tentacles held us at most four feet in the air.

The Man with the Black Hand had his face obscured with a shadow, and he wore what I believe was a black 1960's CIA suit: black fedora, black trench coat that was buttoned up, and black dress pants. I couldn't see his shoes, as I was high up and the tentacles were obscuring my vision.

The Man with the Black Hand spoke to us in a deep hoarse voice, and it made me quiver in fear. I don't remember much, but he must've introduced himself, but I can't remember.

"What's your name?" He had asked us individually.

We told him our names as he shook our hands, but he called us by the other twin's name. Our voices were shaking with fear, and he was telling us something that I barely remember, as I woke up from it.

After I had this nightmare, I ran to the room I shared with my sister and tried to get in it. My stepdad found me, and scolded me about leaving the lights on. He made me go back to the room, and I was really upset. Looking back to that day, I am now super mad, and hate that night and him for that. I never show it, but I will remember one day to tell him about this.

(Backstory: I only had my mom and my twin sister for the 4 years of my life. At the midpoint before I turned five, she married my stepfather. We moved into his house, and I felt overwhelmed. There were other people living in the house as well, but I had a good connection with them. I still really love my stepdad, and still hold him dear to my heart. But now, that night makes me feel angry and upset.)