Last night’s dream was a terrible one.
In the dream, I was staying, by myself, at a motel. I had just stepped out of the shower and I was still in the bathroom when suddenly, I heard footsteps outside. I opened the bathroom door just enough to peek into the room and I saw a bearded, balding man, dressed in all black, searching my room. Suddenly, he stopped and looked over at the bathroom door.
That woke me right up. It was a very short and very simple dream but it felt so real that, after I woke up, I had to get out of bed and walk around for a few minutes, just to make sure that it had all been a dream. Fortunately, it had been.
Before anyone asks, the man in my dream was not anyone that I know in real life. He was just a generic evil stranger. Also, I’m not looking for any interpretations of this dream. I’m just sharing it because it was so intense.
Lisa Marie's Dream Journal 