I knew a haunted place and I had a dark man hunting me, vampire, ghost.

In my dream as a child I always called him “the black man” he came to eat children. like a hitler but hitler was more loving really. the black man always got to kill them, pleasure knives and ropes to hang them or make them sing. I was always running, he chased, he had a gun to kill me, the dread of him. yet he was like the most dearest valentine. but I could not bare to be near him. especially after the day I was lost or kidnapped at the fair.

I try to remind myself that it must have been a dream. its just a dream. life is but a dream. I have always been in the dream world, and will die there. I can not face the truth. but I must be going there because the witches keep calling me there.

“the time is now 2 years old…” in the dream.