This is a recurring nightmare that I have several times a year.  I used to have it a few times a month in my youth (I’ve been having this dreams since I was about 15 years old). But as I’ve gotten older, it seems to be less frequent. So, with no further ado, here it is:

I’m always a teenager in this dream.  I am sitting on a stoop at the top of a cement staircase in front of an unnamed educational establishment.  I have a childhood friend sitting with me and were just chatting about random teenager girl stuff.

Two of our friends come and join us and we go to the bottom of the staircase to wait for our friends parent, who were supposed to be coming to pick us up.  As we are sitting there, going over a homework assignment due at the end of the week, another student walks on passed us. He crumples up a sheet of paper and throws it on the ground next to the garbage.  

Fuming that he could miss at so close, and at how he doesn’t bother to pick it up and throw it away properly, I hop off the stoop and pick up the paper.  I yell to the boy to get his attention be he ignores me and keeps walking slowly, looking at something in his hands.

I keep yelling at him as I approach him from behind.  He turns when I put my hand on his shoulder. His eyes are silver and in place of a mouth is a hole, more like a sphincter than a mouth.  I take a step backwards and start to fall. Instead of landing on my bottom as I expected, I keep falling and falling and the world around me turns to the darkness of deep space, but there are no stars.  All the while as I fell backwards, the boy’s face remains in my central view. His skin changes from a normal cream shade to something more yellow with a tinge of orange. His ears change into something more like long, pointy dog ears.  But the face, the silver eyes and sphincter mouth remain unchanged. Soon, his face is nothing more than a floating head, looking down on me as I’m helplessly falling.

Then he starts to yell.  But I can’t understand what he’s saying.  I do know what ever it is isn’t nice or meant to be inviting.  I can feel the hatred radiating off the face, like heat, as it gets closer to me.  Then, it fills my field of view and it’s all I can see, blotting out the darkness all around us.  

I reach out to swing at the face, in hopes of pushing it away or scaring it off.  But as my fingers graze it’s cheek, I can suddenly understand what he’s yelling. He is yelling that I can’t stop him.  He says that I am the bain of his existence and that until I am undone, he will work against me in every way he can. He says he plans to destroy me and all those I love.  After a few minutes of listening to him, it seems clear that I have harmed him in some way. But rather than feeling sympathetic towards him, I feel an urge to fight him. I start to windmill my arms and legs like a 12 year old girl in a school yard fight.  I make contact several times and where I hit the face, it disintegrates, first becoming complete blackness, then the spots glow a bright yellow and reform. It seems to be an endless battle as we fall through space and time.

Finally, I force myself to wake up before the rest of me can follow suit.  In my room, I still see the face and I can’t speak or move. It hovers over me, screaming obscenities, until I am finally able to move.  The moment I can move anything, an arm, a finger, whatever I manager to move first, the scene disappears and the face pops out of existence.  

This first time I recorded this nightmare was the summer of 1991, approximately mid-July.