A Bad Dream Happened Again

An old man walks up to the side of my bed, and he watches me. A few minutes later, i hear footsteps, and then the door close. This time i did mention it to my parents, though. Mam says it's a bad dream, so it must have been ok. The third time, the same thing happened. I was just like, i'm not standing in this room. So i go to my rent's room. Then i told my mam that i think i had a bad dream that happened again. She gives me a blanket and pillow, and i sleep on the floor on the side of her parent's bed. After i heard the door closed a couple