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It's been about four months since the first time I dreamed of David. (thread)
This might be long, but stick with me. Last night I dreamed about him again. It was almost exactly the same as the first time I saw him.
In the dream, I saw him in a chair again. I don't have the green chair in my room anymore—this time it was a recliner I've had for years.
He was staring right at me, just like the first time. Again, I felt paralyzed & could barely move. But this time, something was different.
I still felt mostly immobile, but I could squirm a just little bit. I felt more alert. I could move my hands somewhat.
David glared at me, and I dreaded what I knew was coming. He was going to get out of the chair and come toward me, like before.
I had to do something. I keep my phone next to me on the bed, and I somehow managed to get ahold of it.
I thought, "If David is going to kill me, maybe I can at least get evidence on my phone." I started snapping pictures in the dark.
Sure enough, he crawled down off the chair and began shuffling toward me. He moved slowly, like it was a struggle for him.
I felt terrified, but I kept taking photos. David limped closer toward me, never taking his eyes off me. Soon I was face to face with him.
He started muttering something, too quiet for me to understand. I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, until they were all white.
I tried to writhe away from him, but I could barely move. I stared in horror as he began crawling up onto my bed, still murmuring something.
And that's when I woke up. Same as before. Broad daylight. No trace of David anywhere.
It's almost routine now. But it was a dream after all, so I got up and went to work, and after a while the stress of the dream melted away.
I wasn't even going to write about this, since it wouldn't really be new information. But tonight I noticed something that petrified me.
I went into my phone to find a picture from a couple days ago, & saw dozens of pitch black photos in my camera roll. All from last night.
It's better to just show you. Turn up your brightness, because they're pretty dark.
This is the one that made my heart drop. 
Usually I can come up with some excuse for what's happening, but I have no logical explanation for this.
So now I'm sitting here on my couch, freaking out. I certainly won't be able to sleep. I just felt like I needed to get this out.
