What a fucking dream. I haven’t such a vivid dream in a long time, but this one scared the hell out of me.

I was walking down a dirt road. There were cornfields on either side of me as far as the eye could see. I’m not sure where I was going, but I was following the only path. It was hazy, very cloudy, and humid. Suddenly, a man came out of the field with a dog next to him.

“Hey,” he said, “My dog wants to play with you.”

I stopped and looked at him. He was wearing a hat, but I couldn’t see his face. Maybe it was the glare from the sun, but everything except his face was visible. No face. Just dark.

“No thanks.” Kept walking. The man and his dog were walking close behind me, close enough I could feel the dirt he kicked up hitting the backs of my ankles as we walked. I got annoyed and spun around, but they were gone. Confused, I turned back around to keep walking, and there he was, about twenty feet in front of me, watching me. His dog was next to him, wagging his tail. “Jacob, come pet him.” It was so fucking eerie. His voice, his mannerisms. I was convinced I was talking to the Devil himself.

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