I've been trapped in the same dream for years

Hello, this is a dream diary kept by a guy named after his dad. It’s… basically what it says on the tin. It’s a diary that chronicles his dreams as closely as possible. This isn’t actually my diary. I’m not in control right now, and I can’t tell you what to do or how to get me out of here, but I’m trying my… well, my best. I hope it’s enough. I’m the intruder here, so I can’t give you a background on the original diary owner. *July 23 2004* I’m sorry this took so long to write, I’m just a… I’m 10 years old, and I got a cool looking dream diary for my birthday. So my dad said he’s gonna keep track of all my dreams. I don’t know what to expect. I always wished I could control my dreams like they do in the movies, but I can’t. I just kind of watch myself. It feels like I’m watching myself in a movie. I don’t really know what my dad sees when he sleeps. He… He’s always been cool. He’s the best dad ever, my mom says so too. I don’t know how long I’ve been having these nightmares for, but it’s been awhile. My dad says it was my birthday in my last dream, like my real birthday. I don’t know how to feel about that. All I remember is being at a McDonald’s. I think this is a recurring thing, because I was at a McDonald’s in my dream last time too. It’s always the same one… I can’t explain it, but I just know. There’s a little playground in the… what my dad calls the dining room. I like to play on the slide when my dad takes me there in real life. I was in the bathroom. I saw a sign on the wall above the urinal that said… *“The face you make when you’re peeing. The face I make when I’m killing. The face your dad will make when he’s chained in the cellar and his face is cut off.”* I don’t know who wrote that. I can’t say for sure, not really. I’m just a kid. I have ideas, though. I always see this man with a smile carved into his face when I have these nightmares. I don’t know if he’s real or not, but I can’t ignore it just because it doesn’t make sense. I’m really sorry if some of the things I write here are confusing. Just… just be careful, ok? If you see a man with a carved on smile, stay away from him. My dad says that if he’s real, he’s the most dangerous man on Earth. *July 25 2004* Alright I’m sorry. I know I didn’t write in between those two dates, but it’s hard. I’m scared, you know? I have nightmares every night. It’s always the same thing. McDonald’s, and the carved on face dude. I don’t know if you can read this. I don’t know if you can see me when I’m dreaming. I’m just trying… I want you to be ready. I don’t think my dad can do anything about this. I don’t know what to do. I can’t… I can’t wake up. I’m dreaming right now. I remember writing that last entry, but… But I don’t think I’m out yet. Or maybe I’m back. I don’t know. I don’t even know what year it is right now. I don’t remember how I got back here. I’m at McDonald’s, and I know that much. I see the carved on face guy all the time now. I don’t know if he’s real. I don’t know what he wants. I think he wants my dad. I think he wants my mom too. Please, I… I want my dad back. I want my mom. I want them back in my life. Can someone please help me? I don’t know if I can escape on my own. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. I’ve been trapped here for what feels like my… basically my whole life, and I don’t know if it even matters at this point. I’ve been stuck in the same dream for years. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if anyone can even see this. I’m trapped. I don’t think I can get out. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I think I’m about to wake up. I can feel it. Whoever is reading this… I’m so sorry. I can’t help myself. I don’t think I can do anything at all. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t see it. I didn’t think about it, and I didn’t see it coming. They took my wife. They took my son. I buried him, the carved on face man. I buried him. I was sure of it. I didn’t think about the diary. It didn’t even cross my mind. I should have thought about it. I should have thought harder. I’m… I’m sorry. I have to end this. I can’t let this go on forever. My son is trapped. My wife is gone. I have to end this. You probable aren’t reading this. I know that. You’re probably my son. I know that. I’m talking to the carved on face man now. You like McDonald’s. I guess you have a type of… fixation on McDonald’s. You like me. I know you do. I… I want my son back. I want my wife back. Please give them back. I’m begging you. Give them back. Please. I know you’re… I know you’re bad. I know that. But not all bad people are completely evil, and I know that. Please. I know you want me. I know you do. I don’t know why. I know I’m not special. I’m just a guy, and… and I know you want me for some reason. If you give my family back, I’ll go with you. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Please. Please. I’m crying so hard. I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t protect my family. I… I know the carved on face man is real. I know that now. He’s real, and he’s been taking my son for years. I know that now. I… I know where my son is. I know where my wife is. I’m… I’m gonna go get them. Right now. My name is Todd Davenport. I’m a detective. I’m a cop. I’m a dad. I’m a… I’m a husband. I have a son named after me. I have a wife I love. I… I hope I can save them. I hope I can see them again.

I've been trapped in the same dream for years

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