My sister and I have similar dreams

College hostel for girls. Night, the beginning of the third. I sleep on my side, facing the wall without a pillow, and I wake up from discomfort. I mentally plan to rise on my hands, pull the pillow under my head (it is from the back of the head) and finally unstick from the wall. I want to roll over on my back and continue to sleep, but I want to do all these actions without frightening the enveloping sweet dream.

And suddenly I realize that I can not move my legs or arms. The bliss of sleep flies, I am already consciously trying to roll over onto my back. There is no fear yet, but suddenly I clearly understand and feel that someone is standing at my feet and with one knee presses the blanket to the bed, I feel that the blanket has swaddled my legs.

With difficulty, I turn my head quite a bit, but I cannot open my eyes. Horror cold creeps into the soul, but then one eye opens slightly. I see a wall at my feet, there is a 30x40 mirror on it - and that's it. But I see it as in a fog, or is it a fog?

And then the blanket begins to slip, they drag it from me slowly, as they play. Fear springs test-antibiotic.com throws me out of bed, I see just for a second a clear silhouette of a young slim-slender guy in black. Not believing myself, I look around the room - suddenly the girls decided to play a joke. But the neighbor Kristinka sleeps peacefully, and only we are in the room. Who is he then?

I turn my head to where he was standing, but I do not have time to do it completely, because. I get two kicks in the back of my head. Not cuffs, but the head touches the chest with its chin sharply twice. But I still have time to sharply turn my head and see part of the plume of fog drawn into the mirror on the wall.

I get up, go to the door, pull the handle - it's closed, the key sticks out in the door. I look at the clock - 2:45. I call my mother, she demands to remove the mirror, hang it so that the bed, window, door are not reflected in it. Says some nonsense about the looking glass. I want to sleep, I'm afraid to fall asleep, I'm angry, butmother insists. “After all, put a robe or towel on him,” she says wearily. What I am doing.

In the morning, not getting enough sleep, I go to classes, masking the circles under my eyes in a hurry with cosmetics found in my friend's test-antibiotic.com purse. After couples I get a call from a cousin from Samara. We are a little over a year apart. Someone molested her at night, she fought and kicked so much that she woke up. Behind the wall, parents slept peacefully, no strangers. She went to the toilet, thinking it was just a dream. She turned on the light, and her arm from elbow to hand was scratched all over. What is this?

Over the past 5 months, this is the first reality for two, and there are 6 identical dreams. She called yesterday, said that she started a notebook and writes down dreams, said that I should do it too. Dreams are also strange, scary, mystical. Nobody knows what it is, what should we do?