Anyone Else Here Seen This Man In Their Dreams?

Lately i have been dreaming about this man,an i wanted to know if
anyone else here have a similar experience,i will share two of my recent
dreams of him,every time he show up in my dream he's always a different
race or age,sometimes he would look like the architect from the matrix or
sometimes he would look like a director,but i know it's the same person
because he always walking with his staff.

This dream started with me and my family was trimming trees in our
garden ,when a branch fall in my neighbors yard,i went to pick up the
branch ,but everything turn into a huge indoor flea market,I was speechless
for a sec,then i went in to have a look and there he was sitting on a directors
chair in front of a big mirror,when he saw me he smiled briefly almost like he
was expecting me.

The lady who owns the flea market came over and talk to me,i told her i have
never seen a flea market look like this,i ask her who was that strange man,she
tell me who he was and translate some of the things he was saying,because i didn't
know what type of language he was speaking ,every time he speak he would tap his
staff on the floor.

When i turn away to leave i started to hear his voice in my head and i was shown
some images,he said things have been the same way for to long and it's time to
shake things up and most people will be a victim of an illusion and no matter how
much you try waking them up to reality most will stay trap in their own illusion,for
brief moment i feel what he was talking about it and it was terrible.

I saw him again this time i was stargazing with a friend late at night
he came out of no where an ask us why we are up so late?my friend
told him nothing wrong with staying up late, he said nothing is wrong
with that,but something is wrong with the world that's why it have to be neutralize
and he walk of into a field.

Nope . Sorry .
Usually see beautiful women in my dreams .


Whoever he is sound like he trying tell you something . Try questioning him next time he appears .

a reply to: VengefulGhost

Will try.

I've had reoccurring dreams but nothing too similar of what you mentioned. Have you recently moved to a new place and or have been dealing with paranormal activity? If so, known any details on the background of the place you reside? As I'm wondering, paranormal wise, if activity where you reside is affecting your dreams.

I generally always have dreams that involve lots and lots of people.

I have a dream reoccurring dream about a female entity. Not sure what it is or how it or she relates to me though.

Could be a succubus, or in your case an incubus.

I don't remember anyone with a cane in my dreams. I have some vague distant memory of tapping the floor with a cane somewhere sometime in my distant past. Might have been real life many years ago with a cane that I saw sitting around.

Now I did see a tv show where someone touched a cane to the floor and blasted things away in a little shockwave. Maybe you saw something on tv and your mind is recreating part of it in your dream. I am not a dream expert so I have no idea what it could mean. A dream expert can analyze dreams and possibly give you some insight into what you are thinking about or worrying about with enough details.

originally posted by: Ladystar
Lately i have been dreaming about this man,an i wanted to know if
anyone else here have a similar experience,i will share two of my recent
dreams of him,every time he show up in my dream he's always a different
race or age,sometimes he would look like the architect from the matrix or
sometimes he would look like a director,but i know it's the same person
because he always walking with his staff.

This dream started with me and my family was trimming trees in our
garden ,when a branch fall in my neighbors yard,i went to pick up the
branch ,but everything turn into a huge indoor flea market,I was speechless
for a sec,then i went in to have a look and there he was sitting on a directors
chair in front of a big mirror,when he saw me he smiled briefly almost like he
was expecting me.

The lady who owns the flea market came over and talk to me,i told her i have
never seen a flea market look like this,i ask her who was that strange man,she
tell me who he was and translate some of the things he was saying,because i didn't
know what type of language he was speaking ,every time he speak he would tap his
staff on the floor.

When i turn away to leave i started to hear his voice in my head and i was shown
some images,he said things have been the same way for to long and it's time to
shake things up and most people will be a victim of an illusion and no matter how
much you try waking them up to reality most will stay trap in their own illusion,for
brief moment i feel what he was talking about it and it was terrible.

I saw him again this time i was stargazing with a friend late at night
he came out of no where an ask us why we are up so late?my friend
told him nothing wrong with staying up late, he said nothing is wrong
with that,but something is wrong with the world that's why it have to be neutralize
and he walk of into a field.

I saw a man like this a few times but he didn't have a staff that i remember.

Do you remember anything about how he spoke? Or notice anything unusual about his appearance?

This reminds me of a thread years ago in 2013 where someone posted the following (quotet this to a more peronal forum because I thought the story was fascinating and did look it up again after you asked the same question as the author of this thread ...maybe you see some similarities ...I will just quote the fully story)

I was driving beneath a sunny blue sky, heading into the center of town to the barber. Only when I got to the shop and walked inside, the door was open but the place was deserted. I called out, I checked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight....

And the next time I looked around, there weren't any furnishings, either. No chairs, no mirrors, no tables or counters. The entire store had been stripped bare, cleared from top to bottom as though the occupants had left years ago. Confused by the change, I took another look around.

Then suddenly, the entire length of the store began stretching outward, extending so far into the distance that its furthest point became a dot, a lone convergence point balanced on some impossibly distant horizon. That store had become an infinite hallway; and when I turned to leave, I found that hallway now extending back endlessly in the other direction.

The door outside had gone. Finding myself in a featureless hallway that now extended fore and aft ad infinitum, I considered the situation.

"Cool," I remember thinking, "looks like I'm in another dream."

Lucidity followed the realization, and right away the number of options available expanded to match the length of that hall. Being neither subtle nor new to the dreamscape—I immediately channeled energy from the environment then expanded it outward to destroy the hall.

In a brilliant flash of expanding light and color the hallway dissolved stone by stone, crumbling away until its evisceration left me standing in nothingness, hovering in a pre-dream abyss of dark emptiness, a midnight staging area of absolute void.

I don’t remember exactly what happened next—I lost lucidity for a bit during the dream transition—but I do recall what happened sometime soon after. I found myself in the doorway of another room: a tall, windowed chamber that resembled a study.

Behind me was the void of the pre-dream abyss. In front of me was a stranger.

I studied the man—a paunchy middle-aged sort hiding his sagging frame beneath a baggy tan trenchcoat. Long ago he lost his fight with baldness. Only a few tufts of stringy hair clung desperately around the edges of his perfectly round, pitcher’s mound scalp.

Picture Homer Simpson in clown’s makeup, and you’ll be close. And beyond losing his physique and hair, he also seemed to be losing his battle with exhaustion. Despite the chalk-white layers of court jester’s makeup powdering his face, he had dark crescents of weary flesh sagging beneath his hazel eyes.

Looking as though he had been awake for days, at first glance he seemed dour, morose. But somewhere deep inside, he seemed to be laughing. Even before I inquired, he offered his name: “I’m the Dreammaster.”
Taken aback, I stared at him in dismay.

(At this point I should probably digress.)

A week prior, during another lucid dream I had an unexpected encounter with a negative entity. A creature ambushed me while I was engaged in controlling another dream-sequence, and suddenly I went from enjoying myself in the dream to grappling against a tiny creature that appeared from nowhere and lunged at me, seemingly determined to sink its long fangs into my throat.

That one looked like a black voodoo doll with a mouthful of needle-sharp fangs, and when it leaped out at me it caught me completely by surprise. Holding it at bay with one arm, I immediately went on the defensive. Using my dream-control of the environment, I tried to neuter it by making its entire mouthful of fangs vanish.

The creature struggled hard against me. As I applied pressure to change its form, I could feel an apparent counterforce coming from the tiny beast. I could literally feel it applying mental resistance to hold its fangs intact.

Engaged in a battle of wills, a possible struggle for my life, I redoubled my efforts. At last felt a popping, a sliding, a snapping as my version of reality came into being.

Then the now-fangless doll looked at me with an almost comical expression of horror. “Demon!” it cried out accusingly. Then it vanished.

So with that prior encounter in the back of my mind, In the present dreamscape I decided not to wait for the Dreammaster to act first. So I harnessed the exact same energy I used to crumble that hallway, radiated it through the study, and tried to use it to sweep him into oblivion. Only, against him that light had no effect.

This was unlike anything I’d ever before experienced in the lucid dreamscape. There was no sensation of interaction, as when effectuating typical changes in reality. There was no sense of counter-resistance as there was when combating a lesser negative entity like that doll.

The light just washed over the Dreammaster as though no part of it had touched him, as though he was an immutable part of the dream, an entity utterly beyond my ability to control.

Determined, I tried again and again, but without any success. Patiently he endured those attempts, as though trying to show me over him I had no power. But eventually he must have grown bored, because he simply drifted up to the top of the room and perched in the alcove of an upper _

There he stood, looking down over me as I explored the room. And there he remained throughout the rest of my time in that area, contemplating me while I explored that section of the realm.

And throughout that time, the impression I got from him was one of an amused adult watching a child bumble around clumsily while attempting its first steps.

The dream went on after I left him behind. Lucidity came and went. But after that point, I didn’t see the Dreammaster again.

On a sidenote ...my dreams are often times very wierd. The last two days I dreamt that I got shot in the face ...and sometimes I have dreams that are so vivid and describe an alternate reality that I ask people in the dream to explain this world better to me so I can remember or understand it better when I wake up.

Once I dreamt of a women (and I could never see her face in the dream) and the feeling of love for that women in this dream (really nothing sexual in this case) was so strong that it transpired to me more then a week afterwards ...that was sooooo strange because I didn´t feel so emotionally attached to a women in real life at any time.

Years ago I think a dream "predicted the future". And it was an absolutely trivial thing. I dreamt that a guy would tell me about a girl (a player that has a new women every other weekend) and he said : "No ...this time it´s real. I really like her" ...it was only those few words but I SWEAR that he said exactly that to me after the weekend. I stopped him after the sentence, stood up and said ..."dude, I fkn dreamt what you said a few days ago" ...it was remarkable (and absolutely meaningless ...why can´t I dream the numbers for the lottery)

Another dream that really got me was when I was talking to someone and she told me in the dream "you have to wake up now, wake up" and I did. Really nothing that special but I had to think about it the rest of the day.

Kinda got carried away again but maybe it´s a good read for someone and I wanted to share my view on it.

So yea ...dreams are very strange sometimes.

Me personally I have reccuring ones but not about persons more about topics (...the dream I have the most is that I have something like bubblegum in all my mouth so that I almost can´t breathe and when I try to pull it out it sticks to my teeth and behaves like plastic that gets thinner and stronger when you stretch it ...so I can´t pull it out. And when I finaly cut it with a scissor or knife it tastes like blood ...why do I even talk about this ffs xD)

originally posted by: Whatever08152
Kinda got carried away again but maybe it´s a good read for someone and I wanted to share my view on it.

So yea ...dreams are very strange sometimes.

This was an interesting read.

I have strange dreams all the time. I've been writing them down for a few years now and my dream recall is amazing from where it was to where it is now.

I've recently begun moving my dreams from an online copy to a hard copy and some of the dreams are as vivid now as they were when i wrote them two years ago while others have faded to the point that i feel like someone else experienced them.

Fascinating stuff!

originally posted by: Whatever08152
Kinda got carried away again but maybe it´s a good read for someone and I wanted to share my view on it.

So yea ...dreams are very strange sometimes.

Mine are rarely recurring though i have some of those... i had one recently which seemed to be real life vs dream in that both dreams were linked by a specific object and in my "real life" dream i got excited about seeing the object i saw in a dream from several nights prior.

a reply to: Ladystar
I tend to have some pretty wild dreams, as I fall asleep listening to audio-books. Lately it has been the Wheel of Time series.

a reply to: [post=22409182]Whatever08152[/post
The black voodoo doll, it's a rip from the Trilogy of Terror, and the Zuni Fetish Doll story.

a reply to: Ladystar

I found your dream interesting, I've had many dreams as well. Strange dreams, dreams that defy reality.

Thank you for sharing.

a reply to: darkwingduck

ofc ...eveybody knows that movie oO

originally posted by: Whatever08152


On a sidenote ...my dreams are often times very wierd. The last two days I dreamt that I got shot in the face ...and sometimes I have dreams that are so vivid and describe an alternate reality that I ask people in the dream to explain this world better to me so I can remember or understand it better when I wake up.

Once I dreamt of a women (and I could never see her face in the dream) and the feeling of love for that women in this dream (really nothing sexual in this case) was so strong that it transpired to me more then a week afterwards ...that was sooooo strange because I didn´t feel so emotionally attached to a women in real life at any time.

Years ago I think a dream "predicted the future". And it was an absolutely trivial thing. I dreamt that a guy would tell me about a girl (a player that has a new women every other weekend) and he said : "No ...this time it´s real. I really like her" ...it was only those few words but I SWEAR that he said exactly that to me after the weekend. I stopped him after the sentence, stood up and said ..."dude, I fkn dreamt what you said a few days ago" ...it was remarkable (and absolutely meaningless ...why can´t I dream the numbers for the lottery)

Another dream that really got me was when I was talking to someone and she told me in the dream "you have to wake up now, wake up" and I did. Really nothing that special but I had to think about it the rest of the day.

I've had dreams that literally saved my life. In one particular dream i was shown the future and given a choice.

I had purchased a car out of desperation. I paid $800 for this crap car because i needed it to be able to get to and from work. It had several things wrong with it but i thought they were all minor. I noticed as i drove to get it titled and registered etc that the brakes were a bit spongy but they weren't completely failing.

I made it home and went to bed planning to drive it the next day. I dreamt that i was a bit late for work, it was 7:15am and i needed to be at work at 7:30am. I pulled out of the complex and onto the road and i was behind this van with a window sticker showing a family. We came to a red light not far from my home and my brakes didn't work. I ended up plowing into the other vehicle killing myself and a couple of the kids.

I was then given a choice: "this will happen tomorrow morning if you drive the car but if you allow us to take it, this won't happen." I said "take it" and i woke up immediately after.

I woke up trying to stamp on the brakes and being grateful i was still in bed. I then heard beeping outside and i got up to look and there was a tow truck next to my car. I went out and took care of it letting them take my car.

The next day i had to call a cab and wound up leaving at 7:15am. I wound up behind the vehicle i saw in my dream. Same make and model, same bumper sticker, and same kids. We even stopped at the light i would have plowed into them at. My heart was racing and i was thankful that i had been given a choice.

Wow ...that is a great story for sure. Should have had some impact on what you belive, or didn´t it? Idk how I would interpret the message behind this but I would be stunned.

Besides what I already said I never dreamt something that would actually happen but I often have Déjà-vu where I think that a remeber a situation and have a vague grasp of what is about to happen ...but it never did so far. Yet this feels very strange ...most of the time I expect something that would harm me or a bad situation unfolding so I should be glad that it does not I guess.

originally posted by: Whatever08152
Wow ...that is a great story for sure. Should have had some impact on what you belive, or didn´t it? Idk how I would interpret the message behind this but I would be stunned.

Besides what I already said I never dreamt something that would actually happen but I often have Déjà-vu where I think that a remeber a situation and have a vague grasp of what is about to happen ...but it never did so far. Yet this feels very strange ...most of the time I expect something that would harm me or a bad situation unfolding so I should be glad that it does not I guess.

Since such things are in my "normal" view of experience, it isn't as shocking for me as it's just par for the course. I have other experiences that "throw me" a bit because they're so rare.

Technically speaking dreaming reality for me isn't an everyday occurrence but it's happened often enough that i just accept it as part of my journey.

Deja vu used to be daily for me but i must have deviated at some point from the expected plan that now i rarely experience it.

Is there anything consistent about this man? Maybe he is always wearing the same color or same suit? Maybe he is always standing to the left or to the right? Someone said it before...maybe you should try questioning him.