Missing -Dream Entry-

Monday November 15, 2010
8:00 AM - 1:30PM

There is a closet in my mother's bedroom. She hates it when I go into her room. But I went in there anyway, to get into her closet. Why? I can't remember. Maybe I didn't have a reason.

The bedroom was strangely square. But I was more focused on what was in the closet than how her bedroom. The closet looked like a larger verison of the one my father has in his bedroom. It was dark, (I always hated my father's closet, but I liked that rush of fear, and I always wanted to test how much I can take) I went in there.

On the floor there is an opening, and a ladder that leads downwards. I don't know how far down it goes, it's just deep enough that if you dropped a rock, you won't hear it drop for... Gee, I don't know, I never tested it. It's just deep, okay?

Climbing off the ladder on first floor (first floor down anyway), it was dark, but I could still see, objects were illuminated in a blue-grey shade. I went off to the other ladder, oh yeah, my sister is with me. We climbed down a few more levels and ...

I can't remember...

I think there was a face I didn't want to see again. But I did. I craved it.

I hurried my sister up the later. We got out of the closet and out of the room.

........... I can't remember this part either.....

My mother went into the closet and I went in to go find her because she was taking too long.

I was a few levels down. Looking around, listening to sounds that might tell me where my mother is. She is really far down, because I don't hear any sounds. A brush of hair, cold and silky. I remember that feeling. I remember that smell. I turned around and I wanted to scream. I stood looking at him. That plastic grin he wears is there. Never changing. I wanted to touch him.. I backed up... I backed all the way up. As I climbed the ladders, he rose, floating, like the demon he is, behind me. He didn't touch me, which is suprising. But that intoxicating smell of his was brainwashing me. I could not turn around and give in to him. I was fighting the urge so hard I didn't even notice he moved to another side. I stopped at the first floor and turned around. He stood on the fifth floor (maybe lower) and he looked up at me. Someone else was standing on his right, I can't see who it is, but whoever it is, he's taller than "him".

He rose, lifting quickly off the floor. His robe is suddenly off. He wore nothing but his black pants and black boots. Usually, I don't give a damn about how bodies look, but seeing him within arm's reach like that, seeing those familiar shapes, was killing me. I was haivng trouble breathing and thinking because I wanted to reach out and touch him so badly. Everything was so clear, my dreams are more vivid than when I am awake, but he was even more vivid. It was suffocating looking at him in general, but looking at him this close was killing me, it was like fighting with someone in the deep end of the pool. I wanted to at least get a few inches closer. I should not. I didn't. I turned around and climbed up the ladder and woke up.

When I woke up, I stilled smelled him, it was thick in my blankets and on me. Or maybe it was on me and it got onto my blankets.

I did not sleep with my guardians, that may have given him the ability to get into my dreams.