Last night, i was having a dream of cutting myself, because i do, when i woke up in a embrace. My dad wasn't in my bed, because this voice was very smooth, and my dad's sounds drunk. He was saying 'Shhhh...' and 'It's just a dream.' I guess i was crying in my sleep, because i felt tears on my cheeks, and i was whimpering. The fabric of the clothes this guy was wearing felt like a hoodie, and the arms of it were yellowish orange. This was around 1:00 am or so, but i woke up later, at around 6:00 am, and saw him leaving my room, and moving my sister's so that they were closer to me. I don't know who this was, but i believe it's hoodie, since in the past, it has been masky.
