It seems weird. It seems screened.
I'm getting dress to go on a date with this guy I know from highschool. In my dreams or mind, I'm looking for something to wear, a feminine little "black dress"; yet, I touch the materials and it felt like a type of nylon leather with Japanese character written across the corner. While I was getting dress, it's like I was suiting up in a tight body suit. I don't think it's an actual dress. I see myself rolling the black material over my legs and putting on black heels. The guy I'm going on a date with is standing in this closet room with me looking at me.
We walk out and he follows me. I see myself walking away. I look like a Japanese girl in skirt with long black hair.
Lights surround the room, I feel frantic, and something is trying to get inside. I see window blinds and lights shining through. I open the front door.
I see a highway overpass.
I see scenes where there's ocean or water-tides rolling along a beach at night. A concrete walls and water hitting the sides-- a team, a police force, they're searching for someone that escaped from an underground sewer. I felt disgust towards this "thing" it looks human but the energy is pure perverse lust--a predatory type of sexual perversion. The scene fades.
I'm back in the room with the lights. I'm running around trying to lock down the place. I lock the front door and run to the back. I slam a door shut--bolts and lock--that sexual "thing" stares at me. His eyes are dark and set far apart. The door is closed.
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