Another one.

I never have reoccuring dreams, but this one keeps on coming back. Normally, I just have dreams that stick with me. I still remember a dream where Jesus sat next to me on a bus and talked with me. 

But this is not even close to religious.

That man- is it even a man? I keep calling the appearance a mask, but is it a mask? Or is it some horrible face that stays in place, mocking me. He never speaks. He just peers in, breathing heavily, inching closer slowly towards the edge of my bed until I wake up with a start or until my dreams move to another topic. 

What is wrong with me?

I've brushed the literal dust off my bible. Perhaps me and Jesus need another bus ride.