Dreams

I had some strange dreams. 

A lot of them were nonsense, but there were a few that were a little unnerving. I don't know why, but there was this man. In a black mask. It was like one of those masks for comedy and tragedy. Except it didn't have either of those expressions. It was like a third sinister expression. It seemed so happy, but there was something off about the mask. It was happy, but it wasn't laughing.

He was staring at me, I don't know why, but he was at the foot of my bed, peering into the closet I sleep in. And he kept staring at me. After that, my dreams switched to a different topic, one I don't remember as vividly.

Dreams are weird, aren't they?