I used to have this green wingback chair. This was maybe 12 years ago in one of my favorite apartments before I became nomadic.
As I approached the chair from behind, there was a man there dressed in black. He turned to look at me and blinked. I noticed he had more than two eyes.
This happened a few different times, always memories where I felt the most peace and happiness. But the man in black was there instead. Each time I saw him he had even more eyes.
Each vingiette I approached him from behind. Except for memory of being in a garden in the PNW. [That's a totally different story, but I was convinced a guy there was following me]. In that memory it was basically the exact same except he wasn't wearing his usual ski mask. I could see his face and it was all eyes.
Each time I saw him he would speak to me but without moving his lips. It was coming from like the walls all around me.
"We've been watching you, we've been watching. Come here, come join us."
I woke up crying and idk why, it wasn't a particularly upsetting dream just kind of weird. I had been crying so much my pillow was soaked 😭
#dreamstr
