I have had a recurring dream my entire life involving the dark man. I may sound crazy, but something about this dream is different than any other dream I have. Iím starting to think thereís something to it and Iíd like to know if it strikes a chord with anyone else.
I live out in the country surrounded by woods, so at night it is dark and quiet. Iíve lived there for 26 years. The only light is the street light in the driveway. All of my life Iíve had an inexplicable fear of the back corner of our property. Something down there scares the crap out of me. Anyway, in my dream, itís nighttime and I am in the driveway under the street light. Iím alone and itís completely quiet except for the frogs and crickets. At first there is no wind and it is muggy and hot. But then, from the back of the property comes a howl like a wolf. All the crickets and frogs stop and the wind picks up fiercely. Then (I know this is bizarre but follow me) a man dressed like a Tibetan monk grabs my shoulder and says the following verbatim: ďHe is coming, but do not fear him. If you do, his eyes will take you.Ē He then returns to a circle of men in monk garb and joins in a weird chant with them.
Then I look back towards the woods and a black wind sweeps through the trees. The monks chant louder and he appears. The best way I can describe him is that the wind took the form of a man with some sort of wide brim hat (totally creeps me out to read everyone else mentioning the hat).
Two things I should mention is that he seemed to have no form at all, just a shade or something. Kindaí smoke like, but shaped sorta like a man. He was more than just dark. Itís like he was a walking black hole or something. The other thing was his eyes. He never spoke, just drifted up to me. Face to face. His eyes were burning red (not green like a lot of other accounts). He just stared into my eyes and even though I couldnít make out a mouth, he seemed to be smiling.
Just then I heard a baby screaming and he vanished. Thatís when I awake.
There are other dreams I have about him, but thatís the basis of my experience. Always there is a child, and always there are people dressed as monks chanting. Iíve never been a fanatic for premonitions or dream phenomenon, but Iím starting to think there is something to this thing. Get back to me on that.
The dark man has tormented my dreams my entire life. I thought I was crazy, but I have read too many accounts of him from others that seemed to match my own a little too closely. Iím no paranormal fanatic. Anyone who knows me knows that Iím a very logical guy. I search for physical proof and scientific explanation, but these dreams seem so real itís as if they are actually happening. No sleep paralysis, just the dark man. Darker than dark. As if he were a walking black hole of light and of all existence.
If you look at a tree and he steps (or hovers) in front of it, itís as if the tree no longer exists. Nothing can be made out but a silhouette of a smoky shape of a man with some sort of wide brim hat. He has burning red eyes like flames flickering.
In my first dream encounter with him, I was told by a man dressed as a monk, ďHe is coming, but do not fear him. If you do his eyes will take you. He fears you because you are the most evil thing he knows.Ē I donít know what that meant, but then again it was a dream. All sorts of weird crap can happen. But at that moment I heard a howl and the wind swept through the trees and then he appeared. He got within inches of my face and stared into my soul. At first I was terrified, but I remembered the manís words, and was no longer afraid. That got a strange reaction from him. He smiled, but had no mouth. I could feel his anger at me. Then a baby screamed in the distance and I awoke in a cold sweat.
Since then I have encountered him several times in my dreams. Iím always trying to find the screaming baby before he does. Once I had the baby in my arms running through the woods to get to a monastery where the monk (the same one) told me that I was late, but I must take the child to the altar. The dark man appeared, but didnít lift a finger to stop me, just smiled his mouthless smile and looked to the horizon as I placed the child on the altar. Then a wall of fire miles high swept over the sea and enveloped all that I could see. The same red as his eyes was now all I could see. I awoke to find that nothing was left but a barren beach and an infinite ocean. The rest of the world was gone and everyone else in it save for me and a few of the people who had followed me to the monastery. The child and the dark man were gone forever, until recently and only briefly.
Someone tell me Iím not going crazy. Get back to me.
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