Either Psychosis or a Vampire Demon
I was at a TSO concert in a large room with no seats. I was sitting on a stair case with a few other people. There was barely anyone there. Their music sounded strange, I have heard it before, but not in real life. Maybe I have heard it before in another dream.
There was a man staring at me. He was creepy acting, but good looking. He had short black hair and looked to be a little older than me. He was probably around 19. His eyes were a little red in the corners.
He kept staring, so I eventually just decided to leave. My friends followed. We thought about chilling out at a book store or something.
We were in a fancy city. In the middle I remember clearly a fountain. I sensed someone else and looked behind me. He was there, staring again. He started walking towards me.
"What are you staring at?" One of my friends asked. I tried not to look suspicious.
"That man, behind us, he is staring like a stalker," I whispered back. They looked behind.
"There is no one there," they claimed. They exchanged worried looks within their group.
That man kept approaching, so I decided to try and walk away. But he continued to follow.
So I ran. And he freaking teleported.
"What are you running from??" My friends continuously asked. They couldn't see him.
There was no escape from this man. I would have to talk to him. I finally let him approach me.
I was in the middle of the city, next to the fountain. To the left of us was a large mirror for decoration.
As he approached I noticed something very strange:
If I looked at him, I could not see his reflection in the mirror in my peripheral vision.
If I looked at the mirror, I could not see him in my peripheral vision.
It was an either-or, but he could not exist in both "realities" at the same time. This was very frightening to me. Looking back on it, I hadn't realized it then, but it reminds me of how, according to myth, vampires do not have reflection. And, according to culture, you usually see a ghost in the mirror but when you turn around they are no longer there. He was doing both.
He talked to me (my friends more worried than ever that I was losing it), and absolutely insisted that I come to his "realm". He told me that he was similar to a vampire/demon. As he said the word realm I felt a shiver of cold and being trapped. I refused to go.
Building a house with Puffin
I'm not sure how she seeped into my dreams, but nonetheless we were building a house . It was on a video game. You would log in on the server, then redirect yourself to your house using a command and a password. I named my password/command by the street that I live on.
Unfortunately some people trashed the house (it was on Minecraft, I think), and we didn't bother trying to rebuild it.
Mysteriously Quitting
Our German 4 class was transferred to a Spanish class because our German teacher decided that she would mysteriously quit.
Showing someone my Bruise
In real life I have this weird/cool U-shaped bruise on my leg. No clue how it got there though. In the dream, I was showing it to someone when I realized that now it looked like a W. 
Wrong Dream Journal
I realized that I had been using the wrong dream journal (in waking life). I looked for my actual dream journal which was sitting on my old bed. It had green stickers on it and was almost metallic.
TM is at my house?
I am not very fond of TM, we do not resonate...at all. We used to be good acquaintances.
Anyways, he was in one of the spare rooms. I'm not going to go into this very much...it was...Bizarre.
Joe: remind me to tell you this dream tomorrow or sometime. It was disturbing, but at the end I was thinking "Ah crap, now I have to explain all this to Joe! He's gonna be pissed."
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