Knocking

I took a nap and had sleep paralysis for most of it, I attempted to become lucid but did not quite make it. As with most sleep paralysis, dreaming and waking were blended together, so that for the dream I was laying in my bed, but the room around me was slightly different. For one, there was a very tall man in a black suit, with a dark blue dress shirt standing beside my bed. I only got a glimpse at part of his scalp, since he covered his face with one hand. The other hand knocked against my knee, startling me anew ever few seconds. It was very unpleasant, trying very hard to become creepy. Then I realized he used the tapping for emphasis while speaking. "Mother has died. Mother is dead. Mother is dead." My voice came out sluggish, "I am sorry." He tapped my knee again. "Please stop that." The man paused and then repeated, obviously grief stricken, "She is dead." I managed to lift my hand to catch his pale grey-white fingers before they tapped again. He ripped his hands from my feeble grip, seeming wild and angry. "I asked you to stop that." There was also something about finding the head of a doll in my blankets. I picked it up and smoothed down the hair, it had those eyes that blink when you tilt it. I was waiting for it to blink on its own. Then I saw a tangle of thread that became a spider, crawling under my blanket. I got out of bed, my feet heavy. I made it to the patio door and stepped outside onto the rough, wet concrete. It felt so real, but my vision remained dim. I walked out to the front gate, waiting for something to tip me off that I continued to dream, nothing did. One of my eyes remained closed. I put my hand over it, worried that the neighbor I could see standing across the street would think me odd, with one eye stuck shut. I 'woke' in bed, and made my way out to the patio door. This time it looked different. There was a 3ft, red wooden door where the doggy door usually sits. I opened it and tried to go outside, but I was too big to fit. Of course.