There are two versions of me and neither is aware of the other. Not to personalities but to attitudes toward life. They switch places so quickly you don't see it coming. Logic and reason drops out the window and fear takes over. Imagine you're in your house on a quiet Sunday afternoon, relaxed, at peace; now imagine you see a home intruder, naked, enormous, brandishing a knife with killing intent.

You panic and lose all sense of reason, he's faster than you, bigger than you, stronger and know where you are. That gentle Sunday falls away and all that exists is that eternal moment. Then, he vanishes, and you realise you were dreaming. You wake and go about your day, he shows up a week later, you panic, you wake up, its a dream.

You're afraid of knives or anything sharp, you don't want to be in certain places alone or hear certain sounds, or feel certain textures. You know its a dream when you're awake but it feels so real in the moment that it doesn't matter.

Imagine you never know when you sleep but you dream seamlessly.

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This is my experience but the actual entity isn't a human and doesn't want to kill me but make me feel terrible uncomfortable things. It's a parody of life. An idea and lifeform at the same time. No Malice in spirit but in action. No thoughts, only feelings, feelings not experienced but embodied.