It was a little after midnight when I fell asleep. I was dreaming I was at the cemetery. It was dark, all I wanted to do was leave and something or someone was not letting me go. The more I ran the longer the cemetery got until something caught my eye, I stopped and saw people digging up a grave. My heart was pounding fast I didn't know what to do; when they saw me they gave me a weird look.
I woke up from my dream, my heart was beating fast. I couldn't breath. I opened my eyes there in front of me was a dead man in a old suit with dirt on his shoulders looking at me. His hair was wavy and gray with a little black and comb to the side. I wasn't afraid of him I turned around to my other side and fell right back to sleep still knowing he was there. I can feel the presence of him and his reaction of me knowing I wasn't scared of him.
In the morning when I woke up I looked to see if he was still there and he wasn't. I got up from bed and walk by where the dead man was standing I felt cold and got goosebumps.
All day the only thing on my mind was a dead man in a old brown suit; was it a dream or was it real? I know for a fact it wasn't a dream I really saw a man in a old brown suit with dirt on his shoulders. Why was he there I don't know him.
This is the second night and I have to sleep in my room wondering if I am going to see him again. All I know if I have a dream of me being at the cemetery at night probably the dead man will be there watching me again while I sleep. Will I wake up or sleep for ever?