People Describe Their Encounters With "Have You Ever Dreamed This Man?" Man
The "ever dreamed this man" meme began with people around the world telling their psychiatrists they dreamed of a man. At some point, notes were compared because all of those patients dreamed of the same man, seen above. No one could give a reasoning as to why this man appeared in so many patients' dreams; some theorized him to be a Jungian archetype of the subconscious, others hypothesized a deity or dream-surfer inserting themselves into peoples' dreams.
This creepy meme spread and became the topic of creepypastas, eventually to be dismissed as a mere marketing hoax. Despite its debunking, the stories stayed around on sites like Reddit, Facebook, and Creepypasta, and they can be read below.
"In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.
That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist’s desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.
The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as "this man."
From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Delhi, Moskow etc.
At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams."
He Can Be Pleasurable
From this man's official website:
"I have never had homosexual relationships or even fantasies. But I dream about [being intimate] with this man all the time. I must admit he has a lot of imagination and he pleases me. Sometimes when I wake up I discover I have had a nocturnal emission."
Head Records Clerk
From Reddit user Sledge 420:
"There was some kind of reality bender Strategic and Competitive Intelligence Professionals (SCIP) and I was doing research on that had broken containment and was rumored to live down in records and administration. This Man was the head clerk down there, and lead me to the archives. Weirdest thing I've ever seen, like a whole warehouse sunk into the floor.
I found a developmentally disabled older man working down there, complete with a yellow padded helmet (like the kind they make the contestants wear on American Gladiators). As I'm snooping, the older man drops the disguise and throws the both of us higher in the structure. Up becomes down, black becomes white, other SCiPs are breaking containment everywhere and this bender dives onto me and pushes the both of us through an elevator shaft.
At that moment, on pure instinct I grab this reality-bender by the bottom jaw and start to pull. It rips free and I find myself on the floor of the elevator with nothing but a human jawbone in my hand.
Back down to records. The Facility no longer looks quite right. Little details are off. This Man is still behind the desk, looks at me like he'd never seen me before and asks 'Can I help you?' Notably, This Man had been wearing glasses and was clean shaven before. Now there are no glasses and he's rocking a Van-Dyke. I show him the jawbone and tell him what I had come down there for. He smiles and says 'Thought I remembered you', and pulls out an envelope, hands it to me. I unseal it and I read a transcript of the conversation we had just had. This Man smiles and says 'They always leave something behind.'
Then I woke up."
As Elusive As Santa
From this man's official site:
"I saw this man in my dream, dressed as Santa Klaus. When he showed up I felt so happy, just like when I was a little girl. Then he smiled at me and his head became a balloon,floating in the air above me, but no matter how hard I tried to catch it, I just couldn't reach it."
Have You Seen This Man?
"I am not a dog person.
This hasn't always been the case, though. As a matter of fact, I used to love them. I grew up telling everyone that I would be a veterinarian one day. Had that been the case, I'd like to think that I wouldn't be in the position I'm in now.
I'm a nervous wreck. As long as I can remember, I've suffered from constant paranoia. If you asked my parents, they'd tell you an entirely different story. According to them, I was calm, cool, and collected as a child. They say it wasn't until I was around 12 when the way I carried myself drastically changed. I don't remember much from back then. However, there was a particular scene from my childhood that I'll never be able to push out of my mind. Something (or rather someone), that has shadowed me for the rest of my life.
January 1, 1994
Remember how I said I wasn't a dog person? Well, there's a reason for that. As I said, I'd told my parents that I wanted to be a veterinarian. They supported me. They wanted me to be successful. I take for granted how much they cared for me. They bought me books on animal anatomy. They took me to zoos. They bought me various VHS documentaries on animals. They tried their best to raise me into the adult that I wanted to be. The adult that my parents could be proud of.
My birthday was in November. I was turning 12. My previous attempts of asking my parents for a pet had always ended in an uneventful manner. They would always say I wasn't old enough, that I wasn't prepared for the responsibility of looking after a living, breathing animal. I was set to prove them wrong. This year, I was f*cking 12. I'd been reading up on all of those animal books, and this year I knew I was ready. Once again, I told my parents that I wanted an animal this year. Their reaction was different this time. My father gave me a single, 'Maybe.'
And with that, I knew what I'd be getting for my birthday this year.
It was no surprise when I woke up the day of my birthday to a small puppy licking my face. I was thrilled. There my parents were standing at my bedroom door smiling warmly. They wished me a happy birthday, and gave me a speech about how I needed to treat the dog the way I would any other living being. They provided me with dog food, bowls, and a leash. In that moment, I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life. That dog was my best friend.
The time I spent with the dog was great. I was an only child and home-schooled. I was never really able to have interaction with people my age, not that I'd have a problem with doing so. My dog, who I'd named Theo, had steadily grown a bond with me over the course of a month. We bonded the way any other kid would with his dog. We went on walks, we played together, I bathed him, fed him, and overall trying to raise him the best I could, as my parents had done for me. Needless to say, my parents were impressed.
Their opinion of me soon changed.
It was January 1, the beginning of a new year, and a new beginning for me. I woke up at around 10:00am, a late start for me. I never actually made it to midnight on New Year's before, and I felt like absolute shit. I was greeted in the kitchen by my mother, who had provided a delicious breakfast. My mother's cooking was stuff of legend. As I sat at the dining room table to eat breakfast, Theo greeted me from under the table and sat down at my feet. I slipped him a piece of bacon. He was delighted.
My breakfast was cut short. One of my chores was to get the mail every day. As soon as I heard the familiar sound of the mail truck, I shot up out of my chair. One of my animal documentaries taught me about Ivan Pavlov and his dogs. Funny how I didn't know I was being conditioned to react a certain way to the sound of that truck. I was still tired from last night. I fumbled toward the front door. I wasn't paying much attention. As soon as I opened the door, Theo took off as fast as he could. I couldn't process what just happened. He had never done that before. I collected my thoughts, and decided to go after him. I grabbed my jacket from the coat rack and ran outside. As soon as I stepped foot on my porch, I froze. Theo hadn't gotten far. He hadn't even left the front yard. The yard's exit was blocked by a man.
This was the first time I saw 'him'.
The man looked straight at me. He didn't blink. I didn't know what to do or how to feel. At first I was grateful. He was the only thing standing between Theo and the rest of the world. He said nothing. Theo was looking up at him. He wagged his tail. He panted. It was as if the man didn't notice the dog was there. He just kept staring. I wanted to say something, I wanted to thank him. The way he was looking at me was as if he was expecting me to say something. I couldn't bring myself to. Without averting his gaze, he kneeled down and picked up Theo by the scruff of his neck. Theo whined. I wanted to tell him to put down my dog, but again, I couldn't. I simply couldn't think of appropriate words. My mind was all in a jumble. I couldn't move, and I couldn't think straight. All I could do was watch.
The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a knife, and cut the dog's throat in one quick motion. Blood spilled onto the snow-covered ground. He held the dog in the air for a few seconds, letting Theo's blood form a puddle underneath him. The man then simply let go. Theo fell with a light crunch onto the reddened snow. Again, the man's gaze did not leave mine. He dropped the knife to the ground, and merely walked away. It wasn't until he was completely out of sight when I could move again. I made my way over to Theo's garbling corpse, and stood over him. I wanted to cry, but couldn't shed a single tear.
My mother emerged from the house, surely wondering why getting the mail was taking so long. I don't blame her for screaming. She saw me standing over the mangled corpse of Theo, knife on the ground. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together. The scene described itself.
Aftermath of the First Occurrence
In the following months, my parents had forced me into seeing a psychiatrist. When asked why I killed Theo, I tried to tell him that it wasn't me. I tried my best to tell him about the man. I could tell he wasn't buying it.
'All right,' said the therapist with a smug tone. 'Tell me what this man looked like.'
That's when I realized, I couldn't describe him. It's not that I didn't remember his face. It's just that he was so generic I wouldn't be able to describe him without describing millions of other people in the world. His face was so forgettable. I know I stared at the man for a good five minutes. One would assume I would be able to remember the face of a man who had killed my dog without breaking eye contact with me. It was like I knew what he looked like, but my brain couldn't translate his appearance into words.
I didn't answer the therapist's question. I simply slumped into my chair.
Throughout my entire life, this man has popped up in multiple occasions. I may go into further detail in the future, but all I can say for now is that he definitely exists. I may seem crazy, but I know what I saw that day. I always see him. Whether he's among a crowd while watching the news, or in my dreams.
He's real, and he's always watching."
He Went Into The Office
From a deleted Reddit user:
"A man that looks just like "This Man" came in to my office a few months ago. He was unsettling as hell (mostly because This Man immediately popped into my head), but the creepiest part is that even though I know I got his name, and that I wrote it down, I don't remember it, and he has never returned (unlike most of our clients).