Voices

I was at a TSO concert in a large room with no seats. I was sitting on a stair case with a few other people. There was barely anyone there. Their music sounded strange, I have heard it before, but not in real life. Maybe I have heard it before in another dream. There was a man staring at me. He was creepy acting, but good looking. He had short black hair and looked to be a little older than me. He was probably around 19. His eyes were a little red in the corners. He kept staring, so I eventually just decided to leave. My friends followed. We thought about chilling out at a book store or something. We were in a fancy city. In the middle I remember clearly a fountain. I sensed someone else and looked behind me. He was there, staring again. He started walking towards me. "What are you staring at?" One of my friends asked. I tried not to look suspicious. "That man, behind us, he is staring like a stalker," I whispered back. They looked behind. "There is no one there," they claimed. They exchanged worried looks within their group. That man kept approaching, so I decided to try and walk away. But he continued to follow. So I ran. And he freaking teleported. "What are you running from??" My friends continuously asked. They could not see him. There was no escape from this man. I would have to talk to him. I finally let him approach me. I was in the middle of the city, next to the fountain. To the left of us was a large mirror for decoration. As he approached I noticed something very strange: If I looked at him, I could not see his reflection in the mirror in my peripheral vision. If I looked at the mirror, I could not see him in my peripheral vision. It was an either-or, but he could not exist in both "realities" at the same time. This was very frightening to me. Looking back on it, I had not realized it then, but it reminds me of how, according to myth, vampires do not have reflection. And, according to culture, you usually see a ghost in the mirror but when you turn around they are no longer there. He was doing both. He talked to me (my friends more worried than ever that I was losing it), and absolutely insisted that I come to his "realm". He told me that he was similar to a vampire/demon. As he said the word realm I felt a shiver of cold and being trapped. I refused to go.