When I was younger I always used to sleep in my brothers room. He had a couch in there and we would just play video games until we would fall asleep. One night I was sleeping on his couch and I woke up to see black silhouettes of men crowded around me, looking down at me and just swaying. I couldn't move, couldn't speak and tears just streamed down my face. I couldn't say how long I sat like that before I drifted back into slumber. I woke the next morning and kind of just brushed it off as a bad dream. I started chatting with my brother and he kinda looked at me and said, "Man, I had this weird dream last night. I dreamt that I woke up in the night and there was a bunch of men just looking at you in your sleep and I couldn't move or tell or anything. It was really freaky..." I just kind of halted and looked at him like... Are you fucking with me? I hadn't told him about my dream at all before that..