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I've been ahving these recurring dreams that a man has been chasing me (like some freak ex that can't get over you.) In every dream I stop running to help him do something and nearly get killed by him, ending the dreams where I had just gotten back to running, but feeling weighted and paranoid, simply because he's so closely caught up. (I'm also always driving the same, massive black Cadillac Escalade.)
In the last one, I had stopped this time to help him get something at a hardward store. It was some sort of wooden poker, thing, with designs in it. (Like a table leg.) When standing in the store, I really freaked out and walked out, knowing I had to keep running; I was still holding the wooden table leg. It was a tiny store, and outside was a four lane highway, with a grassy divider in the middle, then, and the very far opposite side, was a massive 'park'. (Actually, it was fourty feet of grass, then dense forest.) My car was parked all the way across the other side, near that grassy part, all pitch black.
As I was walking across the street I dropped the table leg, and really freaked; I couldn't turn around to pick it up, because I knew he was right there (and in the pitch black, no one could help me.) But I knew lying on the ground he may get it and use it as a weapon against me.
Ulitmately I went across the street and began looking for my car; I couldn't see it, only headlights coming from just outside the forest; his headlights, him watching me: I didn't know where he was, though, or when or from where he would do something. At this point I was simply terrified, ready to collapse crying (for I still could not find my car.)
Then out of thin air (as things usually appear in dreams) Marilyn Manson walked up next to me from the side. At that point I already felt much, much better; whatever this man who was chasing me did, I now had a witness, and someone to help me. He walked me back to me car, as though he knew exactly where it was; when I got in, I thanked him profusely and he nodded, then said: "You know, this is your dream and you can make whatever you want to happen happen. You can even destroy that man who's trying to kill you." I thanked him again and drove off, knowing that I would no longer have to worry about that man. While I would still be constatnly driving (in this recurring dream) I knew, during the dream, that it wouldn't be out of fear, but out of simply wandering spirit.
These used to happen at least once a month, but since that last one, I haven't had one of those dreams in two months. =D
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