Canvas face

Is he good or bad?

>>17278273
He's neutral, he's just bored and powerful. Some dreams he leads me to die, others he saves me, or warns me. Most of the time he just fucks with me, kinda a troll.

Wanna hear a specific dream? Anyone have any theories as to what he is?

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>>17278251
Spooky. I had a nightmare about a similar canvas man wearing a pilgrims hat. But he was rakishly thin, dirty and frayed. He was wandering casually across a moonlit field at a distance. I feel he sensed me watching him. He stopped, turned his head towards me and screaming a silent scream; started running towards me with an inhuman speed and gait.

I was face to canvas face with this creature, when my girlfriend woke me from my sleep. I was drenched with sweat. Apparently, I had been whimpering and screaming for almost five mintues before she could wake me.

My canvas man terrified me. There was no neutrality here. He exuded evil. He was built for terror.

>>17278341
In one of my dreams he did something pretty creepy.
I was just sitting with him on some rocks looking over a field of blue tullips, when the tulips started shaking and turning red. I got this immense sense of dread and he told me I had to get out of there, a huge white horse with turquoise stones for eyes appeared behind us. He walked up to it and ripped the whole thing in half, told me to crawl into its stomach. So I crawled in, and he put the horse back together, and I felt it start to walk. Suddenly I saw something trying to get in with me, eventually burrowing itself in. I picked it up, and it was a blue dogs eye, with sharp hairs on the bottom it was using to move. More and more came in, starting to fill the stomach. I began to eat them so I wouldnt drown, but they literally started flooding in so I couldn't keep up. I ended up drowning to death, then mind numbing silence and blackness that seemed hours before I woke up.

>>17278379
Perhaps he is a warning messenger of sorts? He tried to save you by putting you in the horse? Save you from the eyes? My ragged man did not seem to wish me harm. I was simply terrified to the point if flight. His actions were as if to say "Why are you here! Get out!". A trespasser in his domain. I had witnessed something I shouldn't have.That was his field. His moon. His night.