It was a copy of me. No matter where I go nor what i di, the more I thought about him, the closer he would get. The only choice was not to think of him. And, finally, I thought of my copy for so long, that he "escaped my dream" and got in my room. The closer he got the louder and more painful the noise was. Like you know when you are driving a car very fast and put your head out of the window and it hits you on your ears with this sound? It was exactly like this, but much more painful. I couldn only scream, I couldnxt move.
