HecateProxy

Throughout these past four years I have been plagued with dreams of a man whose face and name I do not know, well did not know. He'd always be chasing me and I fleeing. Small tests here and there that always bore his mark and the plot line always went the same. He was coming to get me and I was terrified.

This past dream was different and I remember it with vivid clarity.


Recently I have moved back to an old childhood town and my step father resides in town and that is how this dream begins.


My step father is coming to get me to spend some time together; leaving my boyfriend behind in his car as I jump into my fathers truck. We make small talk nothing very interesting but he tells me he's taking me somewhere to meet some of his friends. We pull up into a trailer park and up to what seems like a normal home. As usual I am filled with anxiety about being around people I don't know but reluctantly get out of the truck and follow him inside the trailer. Inside it's huge, the living room sinks down and is filled with shelves full of books and of course-- people. So many people in such a small area. My step father urges me forward and introduces me to the crowd. A woman who is around my father's age steps forward and says she has a son about my age and that I should meet him. I say nothing but look around at the several guys who seem to be about my age. Finally a boy steps forward.

He's only a little taller than me. Average build with dark hair that's about shaggy but not super long. His eyes are sharp and cold. He tells me to follow him and willingly I do to another room which is also filled with books. He's idly scanning the shelves while talking to me. I ask him his age and he says he's at least 10 years older. I in turn ask him how old he thinks I am. Casually he responds, "16." I scoff and reply that I am 22 at this he grins.

I find myself at a table and he's sitting across from me. Asking me my name, date of birth and all sorts of questions. I remember being annoyed but answering honestly. The boy sighs and pulls out a piece of paper and begin to scribble down a bunch of numbers. "This can't be." He says and seems to go over the numbers once again. "Your number comes out to 666." I'm not shocked but simply shrug. He on the other hand seems thoroughly amused. More questions pass before he slides a piece of paper towards me with ten questions on it. He tells me that I to fill these questions out but as soon as I read the last one he tells me that the answers are already filled out on the back.

His answers read:
1.It doesn't matter what you think of yourself only what I think of you.
2. Part of you belong to me.

That's as far I read because I go to ask him what parts but then my alarm goes off and wake me up.



Once again I am left with a strange overwhelming feeling and can't shake it until the next day. It's the same feeling I always wake up after dreaming about mystery man before. I just wish I knew why.