Lost In A Dream

Research

I went to my room, closed my door, and turned on some peaceful music. To help me relax of course, since I felt like I was going a little crazy. I opened up google, but I didn't know what to type.

"How would I put into a question everything I've been experiencing?" I said to myself. Maybe I can just type in something about seeing a man with a all black face in my dreams, and maybe it'll come up to something? Well it's worth a shot. I decided to type that in, and I clicked enter. It came up to a few different links. Nothing too serious, just a few forums. One was for weird dreams, one was for lucid dreams, and than the other one. Well the other one caught my eye. It was a link to a asylum website. I decided to click on the link, and it brought me to a forum on the website, the title of the forum was "Crazy Dream with creepy man." Apparently this one guy had the same dream I had, little different of course but almost everything was similar to what I experienced. Under his post there was a post by the admin of the website. The admin posted...

"Having a weird dream of a man with a black mask, hoodie, and is tormenting you? Your not alone, meet other people here at the Asylum of Peace! We help take care of our mentally ill who have described dreams like this. Come on in, and will take care of you!" The admin said.

I, I.....wow...I can't believe this. I hope I don't have to go there. I hate asylums, so there was no way in hell I would go there. "Alright, well let me see if I can find anything else on google before I jump to any conclusions. There's gotta be more people out there that have experienced this sort of dream!" I said in anger. So I stayed focused and still searched for more answers.

About two hours pass, and I am so tired from staring at the computer screen I twitch myself awake and see I still haven't found nothing. I was amazed, I could literally find nothing else. Again I didn't want to jump to conclusions and say "I'm crazy" because I know I'm not. I'm just having some weird shit happen to me, on my birthday. Just my luck...but anyways I looked at my phone and saw it was about 5:00. Well this birthday sucks, I'm having some weird paranormal shit happen to me, I can't stop thinking about why I had that dream, and I'm still confused about the guy that took our stuff at the park earlier! Ugh, life sucked I thought at this point. All of a sudden, someone knocks at the door. Hm that could possibly be my mom, or Stacey. I'll go open the door to check...

I approach the door, and I open it slowly. No one is outside though. I look out the door, and not even my moms car was in the driveway. "Stacey you better not prank me, I swear I'm not in the mood right now" I said aloud. No one was in sight though, so I just thought someone ding dong door ditched me. As I turned around to walk back to my door I saw a note on my door that said...

"Your fun to watch when your paranoid, let's see how you'll react when you realize the one you love is all apart of your imagination"

This note had no name, and as soon as I was done reading it I fell to my knees, and I wanted to scream. What the fuck is going on!!! I thought to myself, my dream is becoming my reality now. I got up, and ran back inside, and locked the door. "Drew your just having a bad dream, you got to wake up now, ok?" I said in my head. I know this isn't real, this is just a bad, bad dream. All of a sudden the window by the door broke, and in came a rock with a note attached to it. I picked up the rock, and read the note.

My heart was beating so fast from hearing the glass break and I was terrified but read the note as my hands were shaking very fast. The note read...

"Call Stacey, if she's real she will pick up, if she's fake, she won't pick up."

Ugh this guy is going to be dead if I find him! I thought once again, ugh I'll give her a call. I need to do that anyways to make sure she's alright. I also need to call the police because I'm terrified right now! I give Stacey a call first, because I was worried. The phone was ringing, but after about 30 seconds, it went to voicemail. I started to panic even more, but I continued to call her again. This time it went straight to voicemail. This is weird, third time is a charm. I decided to call one last time. My heart dropped when I heard the phone answer, but it wasn't Stacey.

"Drew, when will you learn, your precious Stacey, is made up? She's just all apart of your imagination." The guy said with his creepy, smooth voice.

"Dude who are you! I swear if you even touch her your dead man." I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"How can I touch her if she isn't even real? Again, if you can recall what I said to you in your dream, I am you. I am your conscious Drew. I am here to help you, to help you realize your life isn't as perfect as you think it is. In fact, your not Drew. Your real name is Nick."

I was about to collapse because I felt like I was in the scariest horror movie ever, and I couldn't comprehend everything that was happening. "Look if you think your as slick and cool as you are why don't you come to my house in person so I can push your shit in man!" I said with rage.

Than, he hung up. I dropped my phone, and it hit the ground hard, so hard it cracked. But I didn't care, I had so many questions that were unanswered it was driving me crazy, insane is a better word. Stacey is real I thought to myself, I've been dating her for two years, and I even have stuff she's bought me. So whatever this guy is talking about, he's, he's full of shit. I couldn't stay here any longer, I needed to go to Stacey's house. I needed to go see if she was alright. Maybe the creepy guy would come to my house while I'm gone so than he will be confused because he won't know we're I am! I thought, so I grabbed my phone, and a knife, and headed out the door.

Next stop, Stacey's.