a black gauzy figure of a man came towards me out of the mist. i was camping on an open field, tangentially to some sort of festival. i was with two girls, i said, hey girls, what the hell is that? they said old men. who the hell would be cruising a festival, old men? but then they disappeared and the black cloaked figure appeared, and the girls sort of faded away. there was an intense light from the left--a car coming?--which faded. the figure came close. there was another surge of light during which i saw through the gauze to a silhouette--almost feminine? maybe female. long, slender fingers. a sense of amusement, wickedness, and something else. always the something else we cant recognize. the figure said, You dont believe in me! I said I do believe in you because you are walking towards me out of the mist! i stood up quickly off the blanket, approached the figure because i felt a need to, before it could--do what? it beckoned and gestured, undulating its arms towards me. it wanted me to touch it, go to it, and i was scared, the wavering yell came out of my throat and ann woke me up.