The Dreadful Dreamer's Collection

Shadow Man- July 27th, 2017

Before you read: this is the first dream I ever recorded years ago because it was the first dream I ever vividly dreamed. After this dream, I've been able to recall dialogue, food, clothes, makeup styles, etc. with such detail that dreams often feel like reality to me. The figure in this dream is popular to see in altered states of consciousness, just simply look up "shadow man from dreams" or something along those lines and this exact character described below will pop up. He is a common figure to be seen when people are at a weak point in their life, and the Shadow Man can come back multiple times, but eventually brings danger and death with him. I've seen him twice, once in my dream and once in real life. Let me know if you have ever heard of or seen him before!
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It was nighttime. I stood from the concrete ground and looked through the dark. From what I saw, I was in an outside shopping mall in the shape of an oval with no exit.

"Over here." In the dark I could make out a figure with a hat on. We were the only two, so I went over. Without another word, he put a rope in my hand.

"Stay." It was a male. He scaled the side of the main building and made it through a window two stories up.

"They are here to kill us." He whispered from the window sill. Before I could ask why or what, he was speaking again.

"Throw them up here." I was confused. The rope dangled me ten feet from the ground. A herd of people showed up running viciously with weapons. They climbed up to me and began attacking.

"Throw them." The man calmly commanded. I grabbed fistfuls of their clothes and threw them up to the man. One by one, he paralyzed them, broke their legs. Once the mob was beaten to a pulp, he moved to the window sill and crouched on it.

"Let go." He moved up five feet so I only had to drop that many far. Next, he doused everything in fuel and lit a match. The building burned. He jumped from the window as the house spat flames. Still his face hasn't been revealed. He ran across the open so I followed too. We entered a furniture store. He removed his gloves and loaded his gun. We were both dressed the same except he wore a long trench coat and hat and gloves and a gun.

"We should be good." He went up to the door to open it but hesitated.

"The hounds." His eyes were wild. Silly him, how could he have forgotten them? He opened the door a sliver and breathed into the crack. Loud barks and scratches came out of nowhere. He instantly shut the door and collapsed right next to it.

"Your belt." He said. I didn't realize I had a belt until now. I ran my hands crossed it until I found a holster. My hand traveled up and found the handle. It was loaded. We went to the back door and ran across the open again. Twelve beasts came from the other side, four feet tall. We ran faster and faster. He looked behind and shot the one nearing us. Another ran up behind him. In the middle of the attack I shot it. We made it to an ice cream shop. To our surprise, it was still open.

"The mall closed." The man pulled off his hat, but was still covered with sunglasses and a bandana wrapped around his mouth.

"We have special hours for our opening." The perky worker said. Everyone in the shop stared. He leaned into me for a whisper.

"I hope you can kill people." Then just like that, he drew his gun and shot up the place. Everyone was dead except for the worker and a little girl. The man beat the worker and offered me a cup to get ice cream. Toasted marshmallow, caramel, and pretzels were mixed into vanilla. We ate.

"Why are you dressed like that?" The little girl asked. I didn't know either.