The following is a forum post asking for assistance with a lack of sleep due to unknown circumstances. The user posted once, however the thread was locked and then deleted within several minutes.
If you received this, then it finally went through successfully. I have attempted to make this post several times to no avail, which is no doubt due to the Lady preventing me. I have written and rewritten what I’ve wanted to say twice already due to her interference, but I have a countermeasure in place that she won’t expect this time. The first attempt forced my computer into the first system exception crash in its lifetime, the second crashed my browser, but hopefully the third time is the charm.
This entire debacle began in my junior year of high school when I was heading to the bus stop with a friend of mine. For the sake of anonymity, I am going to name him Todd because I don’t want to risk him being contacted. We were heading downhill when I noticed a woman dressed in black walking behind us about a foot away. This continued for a few minutes until she turned to the road, walked into it, and “blipped” away. I asked Todd if he saw that person behind us, and he looked mildly concerned.
“I honestly thought that was my sleep deprivation after cramming.” was all he said before we both entered an awkward silence for the rest of the trip to the bus stop. Nothing happened for the rest of the year, and it slowly faded from memory just until the second incident.
During my four years of university, the bus route I took to get home has a short distance I must walk before I can reach my house, which includes a Middle School. On one evening as I walked past it I saw the lady again, but I did not remember the previous event due to it being a few years ago. I assumed it was a teacher and continued walking until I noticed that not a single light was on in the building which caused me to quickly turn my head back to school. It was only a few seconds but by then the lady disappeared once more. I told Todd about it, but he acted as if he did not know what I was even talking about. Though I believe that is just because of the sleep deprivation that day.
What makes this matter worse is that these interactions happen only in May, but they have also interfered with my dreams during the month, which differed from year to year. Dream #1 was the worst due to how distinct it was and the conclusion of it. There was an odd shift where it rapidly went from nothing to a perspective of my room from the corner. During this I felt my eyes shake during the entire duration of this. This perspective got close with each shift until whatever it was got close and was towering over me. It caused me to immediately wake up feeling disoriented and see nobody else in the room. This sort of dream has never happened before in my entire life.
Dream #2 was in a similar vein with rendering me disoriented after waking up. It felt like a normal day of high school, and I was leaving like everyone else. I pointed to a group of students wearing Halloween costumes and we joked about it being a few days too early. We walked to the bus stop like it was normal, and I saw the lady in black again in one of the buses leaving the stop. As I stood there with my friends waiting for the bus, I realized something strange: This has never happened before in my life. Everything in the dream stopped, the people in it became expressionless and I saw her again across the “street” as everything turned to gray and faded into nothingness before I woke up in a cold sweat breathing heavily.
Dream #3 was nothing of my own memory, nor was it any place I have known in my life. I was stuck in a bed, seemingly unable to move. The room around me had wood paneling and there was a CRT television resting on a dresser. There was a man sitting down to my left side as the television was broadcasting a news alert. The broadcast had what has got to be an ancient version of the Good Morning America logo and it was talking about some sort of political scandal that involved at least ten politicians. I felt myself weakly point to the screen saying something akin to “they have to pay.” to which the man next to me laughed before I finished with “I mean death.”. After this interaction the man left the room, and I woke up again in sheer confusion of what I witnessed. Dreams are supposed to be a mishmash of memories and stimuli, but nothing was familiar to me. I never grew up or went to any houses with wood paneling in my life as far as I can remember. I asked my parents if we ever lived in a house like that when I was young, but they said I just grew up in a house with just drywall. I had to search up GMA logos and identified the one from the 80s with the outline of the continental United States.
Dream #4 is from what I can truly recall was the last dream I had that I can wholeheartedly believe it was because of the Lady in Black. It was a manor or a mansion, but it had memorabilia from Hollywood such as a statue of Robby the Robot at the end of a hallway. I had walked to the bathroom and pushed a panel on the ceiling as if I knew it was there. A ladder dropped down to which I had climbed up and entered a completely modified section of the building. the paint was a shade of white, and the flooring was a gray linoleum. I found myself in a small room with a terminal and two towering machines with tape reels in the upper section. The terminal itself had banking documents detailing transactions to god knows where. The bank logo itself had a tree, but what was most notable was a projector in the middle of the room. I played the projector, and there was a man in a suit sitting on a wooden chair. He was talking about his wife Margaret, his children, and how everyone he loved is in danger due to what he discovered. It was called “The Essence of Free Will” and how it is a tangible section of the brain that can be manipulated to revert an individual to a more instinctual and animalistic state of being. At some point, it was realized that his information would bring an extreme level of danger to the human race itself and as such the findings were destroyed. He admits that he would most likely go to prison for vandalizing a laboratory, but he would gladly take imprisonment over the “damnation of humankind to barbarism unknown.”.
He stood up and began to walk to the camera until the door behind him opened. The man looked behind him and referred to her as the “Margaret” he mentioned. I couldn’t hear what exactly he said, but he left the room while Margaret walked to the camera. Have you ever seen the look of silent horror on someone’s face? They can’t react to the situation, but you can see how their eyes widen, and their expression shifts to contained fear. That is what I saw on Margaret’s face, and it felt like she could see me through whatever machine was recording her. I continued to stare at the recording until I looked out the door to see the Lady in Black. It was another thing I realized about her, I never could remember what her face looked like every other time I saw her. It was always like how you would try and remember what a random person you saw on the bus, train, or even street looked like. Ever since high school she had that lack of remembrance despite being seen time and time again. I woke up after this dream, my head reeling from an overload of information like I was watching documentaries 24/7 and struggled to remember every detail.
The situation is worse now, I can’t properly sleep. Every time I sleep, I get put into the constant loop of a dream where it would sometimes be me running through an abandoned brick office building while it is raining outside. Other times it would be pseudo-dreams where I recognize that it is a dream, and it instantly ends like it was being projected into my mind. If anyone knows what is going on can you help me with this situation?
Fritz Monkor 
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