From as far back as I can remember there have always been the two men in my dreams. No matter what I dream about these two men are in it. One is dark, Italian looking. Very tall with dark brown eyes and caramel skin. He has slicked-back black hair and a tiny strand hangs over his face. He wears old clothing like something out of 'Zorro'. He has a nice voice and deep brown eyes. The other man is very different. He is not as tall as the other guy. His skin is very pale, almost white. He has jet black, mid length hair which hangs loosely about his face. He has very dark eyes with bags underneath them like he hasn't had a decent sleep in his life. He wears modern clothes. A black pinstripe suit with a bright red tie.
When I say 'in my dreams' I mean that they also do the dream with me. For example, if I dream that I am running away from monsters, these two men are running away with me. I am never alone when I have nightmares. However, sometimes when I am very tired I wake up sometimes and I see the two standing over me. Scared, I close my eyes when I open them they are gone.
I was 14 when my appendix burst and got infected. I was really ill in hospital. I had a really high temperature and was very weak. I kept slipping in and out of a sleep. I can't really remember much of what happened in that time but every time I woke up I would see these two men. As I got better I gradually stopped seeing the two men.
There was one time when I woke up suddenly. I was dreaming that I was hanging off a cliff and I slipped and fell off. As I was about to hit the ground I woke up. (Has anyone else ever had the same dream?) When I woke up the two men were standing there. I did the close-open eye thing and they disappeared.
Recently I bought a new pair of boots which I have put them in the corner of my room. I went to bed and was about to drift off when I heard tapping on my bedroom floor. I opened my eyes and looked to where the noise was coming from. The boots were moving; it looked like they were tap dancing. I sat up watching them. And then they suddenly stopped.
I was really scared and ran out of my room and slept in my brother's room on the floor. When I started to dream I remember us (me and the two men) in a street pouring with rain and the two of them were wearing my boots. I don't remember much else because I tend to forget my dreams. But it was a really weird and scary experience. I don't want to wear those boots, even though they are really nice. What do you lot think of the occurrence? What do you think of my dream companions?