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Precognitive Dream of the 2nd Time We Met - ~12 y.o.- ~1998

The first dream I had of A. pertains to the second time we met. I had it when I was about 12 years old, around 1998. This time in my life was plagued by dreams with that entity, to a point where I was scared to go to sleep at night. I feel the need to repeat myself, and mention that this dream covered a very small portion of events from the reality me and A. shared in 2015.

One night, I dreamt I was in a dimly lit room looking at a man who sat across from me, on a red velvet chaise-longue. I was enjoying his company. I found him very interesting. We were talking, and it was all really pleasant.

I felt relieved it wasn't another nightmare. That moment it dawned on me that I was in yet another dimly lit environment, in the presence of a dark-haired man with black eyes, and full lips. I began worrying this was yet another nightmare, and the man that sat across from me was that entity, trying to create a false sense of safety, to lure me into God knows what twisted scenario. I became increasingly terrified of this possibility, and consciously woke up from my dream. That must have been the most fearful nightmare I had up until that point. In my mind, that was potentially the climax to all the taunting, and threatening I experienced in previous nightmares.

I also remember how after waking up, I started questioning my fear. It was true my dream was set in yet another a dimly lit environment, but it was merely a room, futuristic to my perception, but not divorced from the world I knew, and the man did nothing wrong; then again, I didn't allow the dream to go far enough.

For a little while, I thought that maybe, if I was to go back to sleep, the dream will resume. I'd had such experiences with dreams before; I would wake up, only for the dream to continue where it left off once I drifted back to sleep. I thought that if the dream was to continue where it left off, I could maybe investigate a little, but the possibility of that man being the devil was too terrifying. That night, I needed to at least pretend it wasn't a nightmare. I left it at surreal. My mind made a connection to surrealism in art, and I fell back asleep.

As I believe I said previously, I never forgot this dream. Its memory would come back occasionally. I remembered it, when I realized it was because of it, that I fell in love with chaise-longues, which had me place one even in bathrooms whenever I would decorate my houses in The Sims game. I remembered it, when I mentioned it to a supposed psychic in a chat room, or when I was recounting it to friends. The last time I mentioned it was in 2013, when I referred to A./the man in my dream, as the Devil. I remember saying 'The Devil was sitting on a red velvet chaise-longue, right across from me.'. Right after I said this to my friend, I remember I felt guilty, as if I was unfair; I, then proceeded to feel silly for worrying about a label I placed on a man from a dream.