That Man in My Dreams

Since a very young age, Caitlyn has been able to see entities that visit
her family around the house, and these remained as just that claims until she
was able to get proof that none of these were only in her mind.
There was one, though, a hunting image that hasn't left her, the
only one she wishes didn't actually exist. My name is Edwin, and here
is Caitlyn. It's true scary story. I grew up in London in a
very normal neighborhood with both my parents and my younger brother. I was only
small when I had my first encounter with something that I couldn't explain. Even
now I find it hard to explain whenever I talk about it. You're not
supposed to remember your life before a certain age, and I can remember this
day. The house was in London. I was three or four, I
think, very young. My bedroom was directly across the hall from the toilets.
The toilet was spacing my bedroom. I was playing on the floor with
my legs spread out, leaning back, doing these push up five of things,
which is really strang My mum was sat behind me on the toilet.
As I sat up again, I could see a lady on my window ledge
directly in front of me. She had her legs pulled up to her chest.
She sat there, balancing herself from the ledge, looking down at me.
I didn't feel scared. I remember turning around to my mom and saying,
that lady is back again. My mom said, what lady, The
lady that sits on my window and talks to me. I remember exactly how
she was sitting, what she looked like, what she was wearing. She
was old, had short white hair, and sitting with her knees pulled up,
looking down at me. She would come quite a lot and just sit
there on my window ledge. Whenever she would speak to me, her mouth
wouldn't move. I didn't have to move mine to respond back to her.
It was like mine reading. That's the best way that I can really explain
it. She would ask me how I am, she'd call me beautiful,
but mostly she would sit there. I would play, knowing that she was
a few days later, me and my mom were looking through a family album.
I pointed to a photograph of a lady and said, that's the lady
that sits in my window. My mum told me again years later, the
lady I pointed out was actually my great grandmother. I never physically met her
while she was alive, I still felt a sense of either woman's safety whenever
she was around. I was never ever scared, although that was quite a
nice experience for me. My dad would have instances in the house where he
would feel blowing on his face or would feel things touching him whenever he was
showering. I've always had trouble with sleeping even now, but my troubles was
sleeping first began in that house in London. I was a bit older and
I had to stopped seeing my grandma. She disappeared one day and just never
came back. I would always have nights terrrors. I would have them every
night when I was younger, especially in that house, these really vivid dreams
of people dying, being burned or cremated. This one night, I knew
that I was dreaming. I can't really explain that. In my dream,
I woke up lying in the middle of a circle of people who were all
sitting on chairs and talking to each other over my body, like I was
invisible. I stood up and I started asking people where I was, saying
I wanted to go home. No one in the circle was listening to me
or looking at me. I remember screaming, I need to wake up,
I need to go hiring, wake me up, wake me up. As
I said that, everyone in the circle stopped talking and stared back at me.
I remember a man who was sat in front of me, really really
well. He was tall, very pale, and bored, and was wearing
a black suit with the bright red tie. He stared at me for a
while and looked to his left to the other person sat next to him,
and said, she knows she's dreaming. Don't let her know. Don't let
her know. We know she knows she's dreaming. She knows this is real.
The man in front of me stood up walked over to me. I
remember trying to walk backwards from him. I couldn't move. When he got
closer to me, he placed his hand slat on the top of my head.
As soon as he placed his hand there, I experienced intense shooting place
from the top of my head all the way down to my feet. Then
everything went dark. These dreams would happen almost every night. Each time they
happened, I would try to find different way back to my sleeping body,
but it always ended up with the man placing his hand on my head and
everything going dark. A few years later, I told my mom this happened
to me nearly every night. Told me there are several occasions when my father
and mother would be downstairs and they would hear me screaming from my bedroom.
She rushed to the stairs and into my room. She turned on the light,
opened the door to get to me. She saw a figure that was
taller than the ceiling run past her and out the door. I still have
no answers about why this man haunted my dreams every single night at such a
young age. I'm twenty five now, and the dreams would stick with me
every night until it got to the stage where I would have to take sleeping
pills. This stopped me from dreaming. I relied on these quite heavily,
but then things started happening to me while I wasn't just asleep. I moved
into a flat on my iron. In the first couple of months, I
had no experiences that would stick out to me. I only little bit here
and there. I had my earphones on and I was cleaning the flat.
I had just finished cleaning the bathroom, and I was cleaning the hallway.
Floors. I stood up to go and grab the hoover. The bathroom door
had been left sort of a jar, so I could see through it the
lights up. As I was walking towards the bathroom, I felt its intense
heaviness. So it's crazy. I could see someone sat down in my bathtub,
facing away from me. I knew it was that matter. I recognized
him. I knew it was him. I could make out he was tall,
he was bored. He'd just sat there, facing away from me,
in my bathtub. Even though the lights in there had been turned off,
I could see him. I grabbed my phone. I thought, if I
can get a picture of it, can tell people and prove I'm not lying.
But as I grabbed my phone and looked back, he was gone.
I'd have things divid all my sudden flashes where I'd see this man's face from
my dreams. This would happen when I was doing absolutely like studying or in
lesson at my job, cleaning, showering, watching TV, anything, since
I was little when my dream started. The more they happened, the more
I got used to this man, the more I realized that I just have
to accept that I'm going to be carrying with him foot all my life,
He's actually attached to me. Moving it into the flat changed the dreams.
I was decorating my bedroom. I didn't have my bed built up yet,
I had the mattress and the floor. I remember falling asleep. I felt
that familiar feeling of myself waking up, not in this world. I knew
any minute i'd wake up in that circle again and see that man again.
But this time I didn't. I rolled over. I was still in the
bedroom, in my flat, on the same mattress. Everything looked the same.
There wasn't anyone there with me, but something felt different. I stood
up and walked myself over to the bedroom door. As I looked out,
it hit me that actually I was wrong. I wasn't in the same place
that I fell asleep. I looked to the left of my bedroom door out
into the hallway. The hallway went on and on for miles. I couldn't
see the end of it. I couldn't see my kitchen, I couldn't see
my living room. It was just miles and miles of the hallway. I
just knew the man was there somewhere. I could feel him watching me.
The carpet when I looked down at my feet was bright blue. My carpet
in my hallway at the moment is cream. I looked the other way and
it was the exact same. I remember feeling panic. I instantly felt unsafe.
He was there somewhere. I could feel him. I remember turning back
to look into the bedroom. I could see the mattress on the floor,
the decorating tool scattered in my bedroom, the windows are curtains, and my
body laying there on the mattress, fast asleep. I ran back to my
body, closed my eyes and said to myself, wake upet's happening again.
He's here, Over and over and over again. I kept opening my eyes.
I was selling a dream. I couldn't bring my body out of it.
It felt like hours before I was able to make up. I remember
my body jolting awake. When I woke up, I was sweating frough my
clothes. I looked at the door, which was wide open. I don't
ever sleep with the door open. I asked the medium to come to my
flat. She told me straight off the bat that I had a portal attached
me. Spirits attached themselves to me. It chapped inside of me or I
chapped where I'm living that they can't get out. The medium worked with me
to try and release some of these spirits. It didn't really work. Caitlyn
gets help, but her problems don't start. The rest of her story comes
right after this stay with us. I have a seizure condition. When I
am a well, I have more seizures. I sleep through most of the
days and nights just because my body is so tired. I remember a period
where I was really sick. My body wasn't recovering fast enough. My boyfriend
had just moved in with me. I don't remember much some of siezures in
the intense sleep period. I do remember tossing and turning. One night,
I kept waking up to movement at the end of my bed, like someone
trying to play with my feet. I nudged my boyfriend to tell him stop
grubbing my feet, of keeping on my feet, whatever he was doing.
I was telling him to stop. Once I said out loud to stop doing
that, the movement instantly stopped. I tried to get back to sleep again,
but after tossing the turn the saying march, I laid back on my
back and opened my eyes as I opened my eyes. He was there,
staring down at me. The man was there, the man in my dreams,
the man that I see when I close my eyes, the man who
is sitting in my bathtub. He was leaning over my head and staring down
at me. I remember not being able to move. I could feel the
tie hitting me softly from where he was being over. I thought I was
having sleep paralysis, but that man was there. He was shaking his head
really fast in an emotion, and saying really really fast, please please,
please, please, please, please please, over and over. I was
staring up at this lamb so what felt like the whole night. I tried
on several occasions to wake up my boyfriend, but he wouldn't wake up,
and I couldn't move. The man stopped shaking his head and stopped saying please.
He just stood silent. There was no noise, just me and this
man facing each other. He was tiring away from me, and I was
laying below him. We stared at each other, neither of us saying anything
at all. Then I heard a bang. My eyes sharp and opened again.
He was gone. The next morning, I was glad to tell my
boyfriend I just said, you really bugged me last night when you was kicking
my feet. He stopped turning to me and said, what do you mean
kicking your feet, Kate? I didn't kick your feet, but something worth
happened to me last night too. I remember going ice cold, felt really
bad that me being with him was exposing him to whatever was attached to me.
I asked what happened. He said, I was asleep facing you with
my back to the edge of the bed. I woke up and felt a
hand on the top of my head and someone pulling at my feet. I
didn't know what to say. I didn't want him to think he was crazy
when this is what I had been experienced in my whole life. I told
him everything, and he actually believed me. I visited the medium again and
asked for a before reading. As soon as she started reading, I broke
down crying. She said to me, I was gifted and I could build
pathways with this world to the other side, which scared me. I never
wanted this to happen, and I never wanted to be this way. When
I went into that meeting, I was hoping she'd be able to tell me
who this man was. She wasn't able, but towards the end of the
reading, she said, there's a man here. He's so tall I can't
see his face. He's blocking me. He won't let me see who he
is. A new straight away was him. He's attached to me. Where
right? Guy? He follows. I'm not sure I'll ever be rid of
him. Our front door has a peepole. That's the camera when you get
close enough to the door. It took as a communal hallway light and turns
on the lights. A few weeks back, my boyfriend was asleep. It
was three or four in the morning. We have a hitting and normally he
sleeps with the night at the end of our bed. I woke up to
him crying in the hallway. I sat up and could hear him, but
couldn't see him. I'd shut my door. I stood up to grab him
and bring him back to the bed with me. As I got into the
hallway, I could see through a peep pole that the hallway light was on
outside. Something or someone triggered the lights to turn on. I walked to
look through their peopole, but couldn't see anyone. At three am in the
morning, I don't know who would be up in the hallway. To the
left of my slab is the flight of stairs. I'm on the middle floor.
I had people above me and below me. I put it down to
maybe somebody who was above me going up the stairs. After got closer to
the door, I could hear noises off fast footsteps running on the stairs.
Maybe someone just got in, or someone would gone to work early. I
stood there for fifteen minutes listening to the footsteps on the stairs. They sounded
like someone was running up and down them. Very scared to open the door
and have a look. I picked up my kit in and took him back
to bed, close my bedroom door again and tried my best to sleep.
Every now and again, my boyfriend and I will hear little odd noises that
we can't explain, glasses moving along the counters, or a few weeks ago,
we was just about to fall asleep in the shower. I turned itself
on. I steel have these dreams now. I can still feel that man.
I have moments where I be on my own and hear something around me,
or feel someone next to me. I'm terrified to see him again.
I can't make up if he's safe or not. I don't know if he's
good or not. He's never caused me any physical pain, but he's terrorized
my dreams for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure what I'm
going to do about it. I know some say spirits attached himself to you
because they have unfinished business. But I don't know what to believe, only
that there is a man. He hasn't left me alone since I was small.
I have absolutely no idea how to make him go. Talk about him
to anyone, to my mom or my boyfriend. I don't say I've seen
him or he's back again, and now I think. When I spoke to
the medium about what I was seeing, she said, a lot of the
time, you know who they are. They're people from your past, of
people from your family. I've had a grandpa that passed away. I knew
what he looks like. He looked nothing like this man. If I saw
this man out in the street, I would recognize him straightway. I've never
seen him out in the street or in public. He only comes to me
when I'm asleep, when I'm on my own, when I'm not very well.
He comes to me whenever he wants to. I don't know his name,
I just know him as that man. I haven't had seen he my
whole life. I started five years ago. They're not epilepsy. I'm still
under the doctor, so they're not sure what causes them. I just have
them when I'm not very well. They said that it's my body not being
able to cope the pain or illness. It just shuts down. When I'm
not very well, I dream about anything else other than this man. I
don't know who he is. I see's here for me. He's not if
he has unfinished business. I don't know if the medium was writing saying that
I had a gift and they attached himself to me. I have no answers.
I get quite impatient because I don't know if I ever will have answers.
I have little things here and there, but they're nothink as big as
those encounters. There was one encounter that I don't really pass to something big,
but now I think about it, it may be worth mentioning. My
boyfriend went on holiday for a week. My mom came to stay with me.
My mom doesn't believe in all of that stuff. She says to me,
you're not very way, you're too tired, you need to go to
sleep. I don't know whether she doesn't believe in it or she just is
to go ahead to talk about it. She was asleep with me in bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night. It was silent.
There was a massive bang behind me in my mom's head, and it woke
my mom up as well. I sat up and I said, what was
that? She said, I don't know, but I heard it too.
Don't worry, it's like being there, but go back to sleep. As
he was falling back to sleep, she woke up again and she said,
Caitlyn, the bed is shaking. I couldn't feel the bed shaking, but
she said, I swear the bed started shaking. It was just me and
her in the middle of the night. He was asleep. Why on earth
was my bed shaking? It's crazy. When I spoke to other people who
have similar experiences, these people have said it's the house they're living in,
or it's their relatives, things like that. I've moved house several times.
Each time i've moved house, the same thing happens. He's still there.
This man is still here. He has fat in my bathtub, He's everywhere
I go. I don't know who this man is I've never seen him before.
I've lived through family albums. This man is attached to me. I
have no idea who he is. I can't speak to him. I've tried
to talk to him in my dreams when I wake up and in the circle.
There's so many times in instances where I've said to who are you?
What your name? But he keeps repeating things like, she knows she's dreaming,
don't tell how she's dreaming. She will knows she's dreaming. She knows
she's dreaming, she knows she's dreaming. Don't let her know, don't let
her know. We know. Puts his hand on my head and then I
disappear. It's funny when my boyfriend woke up a few weeks ago and said
there was a hand on my head. Straight away I thought, it's him.
It's that Matt. I've tried several occasions to draw him on a piece
of paper so I can show him to my boyfriend and say, this is
the person that I see all the time, this is who But I can't.
I just can't do it. I can't. I don't know how to.
I think that's scarier than all these experiences having no answers. I've seen
mediums. I didn't get any answers. They didn't tell me who he is.
The way I see it, he is in my house. He's playing
with me and my boyfriend. He's tickling our feet or pulling our feet.
He's standing over me. He's in my dreams. He's everywhere I go.
But I said, I get flashbacks of his face when I'm watching TV or
doing the my simplest thing. I think that's maybe him telling me that he's
here. When I see him, then his face pops into my brain.
I feel like it's him saying I'm here. I referred to him as the
man in my dreams. Then he started coming to me physically. For such
a long time, I thought that it was me problems with my sleep.
Maybe I was tired, so I was having these really bad dreams. Some
people just are chronic bad dreamers, aren't they. They just have bad dreams
all the time in nightmares. But the fact I could feel him that he's
real, he said in dreams. She knows, she knows she's dreaming.
She knows this is real. I sit back and think there must be an
end goal to this. He must be here for something. He's trying to
tell me something. It's been going on since I was so small and twenty
five. Now, when am I going to figure this out? There's no
answers the medium, she said, the problem with dreaming is that you only
dream of faces that you've seen before. Your brain can't make up a face.
It only puts people in your dreams, and you've seen maybe in passing
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