I find myself back in that room again. I must be dreaming. Stripped of all clothes of mine except my underwear. I struggle and struggle, but all that happens is that I get more and more tired and weak. In my dream, I fall asleep, unconscious.
And then the scene changes. I am young, barely a teenager, and I am no longer female. I am male and have the corresponding "package". A child is what I am, run away from home, aware of my hideous appearance.
I find myself in a cage in a gypsy camp. Behind bars! I want to scream, but am too afraid. I see before my eyes a large crowd, and they are dressed oddly. I feel my arms and legs are bound, and a mask, my mask, is but a simple one of cloth or leather, upon my face. I see a large hand reach in front of my face and rip off the protective mask. In reflex, I turn and try to hide my corpse face from the prying eyes. I feel my head yanked up and turned towards the crowds violently.
I whimper, and close my eyes as I see the women in the audience faint and hear the their screams.
The dream fades to be replaced once again by the incident…
I am in my room again, but I am not alone. I do not know how I know this, but I do. I see no one there, no shapes in the shadows. Then two or three figures coalesce from the darkness of the shadows.
Their eyes are red, like pits of hellfire. Their mouths open in the darkness, the insides glow a cherry red. Some of their mouths just keep getting bigger and bigger. They keep getting distorted again and again. Some of their tongues stick out of their mouths and are forked like a reptile's.
I scream and try to stab them, but am unsuccessful. I run, run like the wind, but end up stuck in a mud pit it seems. And the shadow figures are gaining on me!