I keep dreaming about him. He's scary. He wears gray cotton pants and an old gray work shirt. I can see a tee shirt at the collar of the workshirt. I never can see his face. He's thin and tall, and scary as hell.
In one of the dreams, I have to take an elevator to the cafeteria in a school. I'm always late, but I don't know what I'm late for. To get on the elevator, I have to climb a small ladder, grab onto one of those poles like in a fire department, then swing over onto the elevator.. I'm always on the elevator going down, then to get to the cafeteria, I have to swing from the pole, onto the little ladder, then onto a platform and then jump into the cafeteria, where everyone is eating.
I know the man is above me, and I'm scared he's going to manage to get onto my elevator, but so far he hasn't.
I've dreamed the cafeteria dream about 6 times now.
Another dream he's in, is where me and the kids are in this great big funhouse, it's not at a carnival though, there's just a big gate, and you enter, and then it's like you're in a huge clown's mouth. There's rolling barrels you have to cross, and then big platforms that move and jumping onto them takes you higher and higher into the funhouse. We go up, and at the top you come to a huge slide that you have to sit on burlap bags to slide down and out of the funhouse. Only thing is.. at the top is the man. We have to be careful not to step on the wrong platforms going up, or we'll end up on the one he's standing on.
He's not doing anything, just standing there, just somehow I know if I get too close to him he's going to do something God-awful. In the dream, I'm terrified of him. I've had this funhouse dream about 4 times.
He shows up again in another dream at a school where I'm picking up one of the kids. The school is long, one story.. and we have to watch the doors to be sure he's not waiting closeby. I pick up the child - who isn't anyone I know, and then I hurry past the other doors, knowing he's standing there behind one of them. I've had this dream a couple of times.
In another one, he's at this courthouse. It's not the courthouse here in town, I'm not sure where it's at.. but it's raining, pouring, and I'm with someone, but I don't know who it is. We're trying to find somewhere to get in from the rain, and the courthouse is in the center of the square, shops all around, but there are no loitering signs on all the shop entries, so we can't stand there to stay dry. The only place we can go is into the courthouse. The doorway is normal size, but once inside, the rooms are very small. The ceiling is so low that we have to stoop over to keep from bumping our heads. As soon as we go in, I know the man is there. The person I'm with wants to go on into the courthouse where the ceiling might be higher, but I tell them no, that the man is in there, and I'm afraid of him. Then I notice a heating vent in the wall, and I can't stop staring, somehow I know the man has something to do with that vent. A woman in an off white colored sweater comes into the little area where we're waiting for the rain to stop, she smiles and says hello, then she tells me that the man is inside waiting for me whenever I'm ready to go in. That's all I recall of that dream, but I've had it about three times now.
The next dream concerning the man is at an old house. I know of dreaming of this at least three times, but the house is different each time. In one dream, the person who owned the house has died.. I don't know why I'm going through the house, but in this one, my attention is drawn to the cellar stairs. I start to go down them, but someone calls out to me to be careful. I hesitate and look down there, it's dark and I can hear water dripping. The stairs are unpainted, but then again, they look like they were gray at one time. I'm suddenly just positive the man is down there. I'm almost too afraid to turn and go back up the stairs, because I know as soon as I turn my back he's going to be directly behind me.
The other house is a farm house. All around it are fences and cages with different farm animals inside.. chickens, peacocks..a rooster in a cage alone..
There's a dog walking around, but it's not interested in us, it's sniffing around towards where the birds are, I think he's looking for food. Again, I think the owner of this house has passed away, and I'm not sure why I'm there. I go inside and up the stairs, and again there's unpainted worn stairs leading to a cellar. This time I don't go to the cellar stairs but towards the living room, upstairs. Something copper is hanging on the wall and I get closer to try to see what it is, but I can't quite make it out. Suddenly I know it's not anything I need to see - that if I get over there close to it, the man in gray is going to step out and I won't have a way to get out of there away from him.
The most recent dream of him was last night. Another house. In this one, I was so thrilled, so excited to get to go inside this house. Again, I don't know why, I have never seen this place before. It's old, and looks like it's been abandoned for a long long time. This time, Stan is with me. He's excited about going inside too. We go onto this good sized screened in porch, then we have to wipe our feet good before we go inside. Once inside, it's like yet another porch, but this one is enclosed, and looks like a regular room. Still, the door to the house itself is on the other side of this second porch.
Have you ever seen a laundry shoot? The ones I've seen, when you look into them, you can see the metal shoot going down, towards a basement or ground floor. This room had what looked like a laundry shoot a few feet beside the door of the house, but when you looked into it, the metal of the shoot was going up...as if for someone on an upper floor to drop their laundry down, into the room where we were standing. The shoot curved, so that you couldn't see straight up into it, all we could see was a string - sort of a thick piece of white twine - hanging down out of it.
Stan was laughing, happy to be there, and so was I.. he saw the string at about the same time I did, and almost out of reflex, he reached out and touched it. We heard something clink in there, and somehow I knew it was The Man's 'alarm' system. I knew that he knew anyone who saw that string would be compelled to touch it, and he must have had a piece of metal tied to it on up in the shoot where we couldn't see, but that when we did touch the string, it would hit the metal on the side of the shoot, and let him know that we were there, so he could 'get' us.
Suddenly I was scared to death. I told Stan that we had to get out of there, that the man would be coming for us. He agreed and we turned to get out of there, but the porch was so big. It seemed to grow as we tried to get to the door. The faster we ran the more the room grew and the farther the door was. We were getting nowhere, and the man was getting closer to us. He was coming! I woke up shaking like a leaf.
He showed up in two more dreams that I can recall right now, once at my mom's friend's Nancy's house. Nan just bought this house, and she's so proud of it. Her kids are little again, but I'm the same age as now. Nan asks me to babysit for her while she runs to the store for cigarettes. I agree, and she leaves. When I turn around, two of her kids are in the dining room playing but I can't find the third one. One of the other kids tell me that he's upstairs playing, so I head for the stairs to check on him.
The stairs just keep growing. I go up one, and another one seems to take its place. It's like there's no end. I turn corners and the stairs keep coming. I keep climbing, and climbing but there are no rooms where a child is playing, just more stairs going up and up. I climb forever, and then suddenly I know, I just know the man has gotten the child I'm trying to find, and he's waiting at the top of the stairs. I turn and go back down, and the stairs seem like they're right in the clouds they're so high. Still I keep running frantically back down,
but then I'm sure that he's going to be downstairs where I'd left the other two children playing.
The last dream that I can recall him being in, is at a hotel. I'm there with my family on vacation. Our room is about 4 stories up, and so yes, there's another elevator, and we have to go up in it to get to our room.. and our room is way at the end of the hall. We go in, and it's a gorgeous room, full of live green plants.
I get my clothes out and go into the bathroom to take a shower, turn on the water, and then someone knocks at the window of the bathroom. (4 stories up)
It's a woman and she's beating frantically, and I can tell she's knocking as she runs because she's knocking on other windows farther down the row.. warning everyone that the man has escaped and he's there at the hotel, for everyone to lock up and be careful. That's all of that one I can remember.
I never can see his face, only his form, and his clothes. In some of the dreams I don't even see him, I just know he's there, or someone mentions that he's there. I'm not sure what kind of shoes he's wearing, but I want to say black work boots. He's never holding his hands out in a threatening manner, but in every dream I'm terrified of him, I just know he's going to hurt me and badly so. I don't know who this is, or who he represents, but sheesh. Enough with the man in gray, already!
Posted by juel at April 20, 2005 02:42 AM