“The Rich Also Cry” was once a famous Brazilian TV series about how money is not always synonymous with happiness. Dreams in which a man in black appears are most often interpreted in approximately the same way. But in dream books there are other predictions for a similar plot. So why do you dream of a gloomy person in a dark robe?

Bleak Prophecies

Alas, almost all dream books, commenting on the vision of a human figure dressed in a black robe, predict something bad. Although the versions regarding why such a plot was dreamed differ markedly.

Yes, according to Summer dream book, a man in black, is a harbinger of obtaining material well-being, in the absence of happiness and peace. In the Autumn Dream Interpreter it is an image of a difficult, joyless life, and in the Spring Dream Interpreter it is an image of moral death. It turns out that the dreaming person in the dark is trying to warn the sleeping person about something. And if the person in the dream was brown-eyed, then the dreamer in reality will face treachery, cruel betrayal.

In a dream, were you afraid of a stranger in a black cloak? This means that very soon and in reality you will feel fear, looking, as they say, into the eyes of your enemy. Sometimes such an image is a hint - the business started on the eve of the dream will not work out, moreover, it will only bring trouble. And the longer the shadow of the “black man” was in the night dream, the worse the consequences of the undertaking will be.

Miller's opinion

From the point of view of professional psychiatrist Gustav Miller, seeing yourself in a mask means adversity. The reason is misunderstanding. Your colleague or comrade will not believe you or will doubt your honesty and sincerity of intentions, and from here tension and even hatred will arise. You will have to look for the right words in order to convince your comrade or partner of the opposite, the dream book warns.

If a lady dreamed that she was trying on a black mask, then in reality the woman will not resist the temptation to deceive some gullible person. Why do you dream of strangers dressed in black, and even with their faces hidden by masks? Miller, warns about the machinations of enemies, envious people and hypocritical hangers-on.

Reason for optimism

But it's not all bad. For example, if you are dressed in all dark, then the dream book predicts good luck and prosperity for the sleeping person.

Things will soon go uphill if in the night story a stranger in dark clothes gives the sleeping man gloves.

Did you notice a dark silhouette in the window while you were sleeping? If you are a man, then upon awakening you will have a pleasant acquaintance, and if you are a lady, then you will have an extremely ardent admirer.

Scary tales

Sometimes dreams about a man in black are more like children's horror stories or eerie fairy tales. For example, a phantasmagoria about a mysterious figure in dark robes, who in the course of the dream turns out to be a clergyman, is a hint that the sleeper should reflect on the meaning of life, his own actions and intentions.

Losses, losses, this is what a mourning dress or headscarf can mean in a dream. If you put on a widow's outfit in a dream, then in reality you are likely to have health problems.

If a woman dreams that she hid her face under a crepe veil, then in reality she will have a serious fight with her rival. Moreover, one should not underestimate the homewrecker, she is very strong and insidious.

A man who appears in a night vision in a strict black suit is a harbinger of sad news about distant relatives. If you notice a girl in a dark outfit, then rejoice, all possible misfortunes will pass you by, the Muslim dream book promises.

I have been working as a psychotherapist for many years. I have seen a lot in my medical career. However, nothing compares to what I want to tell you.

It was the end of the nineties. A married couple came to our hospital. They were concerned about their nineteen-year-old son, Dave, who later became my patient.
Dave and several of his friends became victims of a maniac. All of Dave's friends were brutally murdered. The guy miraculously managed to survive, however, it greatly affected him. His parents came to our mental hospital after Dave had a nervous breakdown.
I remember the day Dave first showed up at my appointment. It was August then. The weather was terribly nasty. It had been raining since the morning. I was sitting at the table. Dave was sitting right in front of me. I don’t even remember what he looked like. The only thing I remember was his gray eyes. Their look was so lifeless, doomed.

Dave, I'm your primary care physician, Jerry Thompson. Your parents said you'd have nightmares. Is that so?
“Yes,” he said after a short silence.
- What exactly are you dreaming about?
- Faceless man. I've been dreaming about him since the day I saw him.
- Saw?
- Yes, that was when my friends died. - The guy’s lips trembled. He closed his eyes as if he wanted to cry, but he restrained himself.
- Tell me what happened then.
- It’s scary to remember again what happened then...
“You have to, otherwise I won’t be able to help you.”
Dave pursed his lips, exhaled heavily and began his story.

"It happened in June. Me, Alice, Hugo, Judy and Fred decided to relax in nature. We got ready and went to the lake. The place was very beautiful. There was forest all around. It felt like people had never been here at all. Having reached the place, We set up there. We set up a tent, lit a fire. While the sun had not yet set, Alice decided to go into the forest and take some photos. However, Hugo and I decided to go look for her. But we moved quite far from our camp. Alice was never found. We were already desperate to find her when we discovered something very strange. The lens of Alice was broken and the body was cracked. It was very strange that something could have happened to her. Alice. We decided to return to our friends. “Suddenly everything is fine with Alice and she is already in the camp, but she accidentally lost her camera,” I hoped. When we approached the camp, we noticed that there was no one.
-Where have these gone already? - Hugo snorted displeasedly.
We decided to look around and a little further from our camp we saw a terrible picture. There Judy lay in a pool of her own blood. The arms and legs seemed to have been torn off from the body and were lying next to it.
- What the hell?! - I said.
- Let's get out of here!
We ran to our car, but we found that all the tires were flat.
- Damn it! - Hugo shouted, kicking the wheel.
Then I noticed that there was a piece of paper on the windshield under the wipers. There was some kind of inscription on it.
“Hugo...” I said timidly.
- What?! - seething with anger, he barked.
I pointed to the note. Hugo took it.
“Help me,” he read. - What does this all mean?
Suddenly the radio in the car started working, although it was turned off. But the sound was unclear and there was a lot of interference.
We looked around in confusion, not understanding what was happening.
- Let's run! - Hugo suddenly shouted.
I didn’t understand what was happening, but I ran after him into the forest. It was already quite dark. Only the outlines of trees and bushes were visible. The branches hit my face, scratched my skin, and tore my clothes. I could barely keep up with Hugo. Soon, exhausted, he stopped.
- Who were we running from? - I asked as I ran up to him.
“From a monster...” he answered me, breathing heavily.
- What monster?
- He was there. He was standing on the road...
- Who is he?
- I don’t know who it is. But it was definitely not a person.
- What do you mean, not a person? - I said, not understanding.
- He... It was very tall... More than three meters... He had very long arms with spider fingers... He was dressed in a black suit... And the faces... - here he fell silent.
- Well, what about the face?
- He wasn't there. It was just a skull covered in white leather.
- Do you understand that you are not...
Here I froze with fear. The monster that Hugo had described to me was standing right behind him.
- Dave, what is it? - these were his last words.
The monster grabbed him with its tentacles or something like that, which seemed to appear out of nowhere. He lifted him into the air and then tore Hugo in two. He didn't even have time to squeak. My friend's internal organs were scattered in all directions. I stood in a stupor, unable to make any movement. He threw his body parts in different directions and fixed his “look” on me, if you can call it that. At that moment I came to my senses. I don't know how I was able to escape from him, but I did it. I was left completely alone. I was very scared. This monster could appear at any moment. I walked without knowing where. No matter which way you go, this damn forest is everywhere. I thought I'd never get out of here. I stopped by a tree to catch my breath. Something dripped onto my face. I looked up and jumped back in horror. Someone was hanging over me. Walking a little further, I recognized Alice in this mutilated body. She was suspended by her hands from the highest branch. The clothes were torn and all soaked in blood. Thin, red streams flowed down my legs. There was a note stuck to her chest, similar to the one on the car. Only on it was written “You can’t run away.” After that, a man without a face appeared behind the trees. I rushed away. Then I just wandered through the forest, bumping into notes and running away from the monster. Finally I was able to get out of the forest and went onto the track. I was lucky that a car was passing there and it stopped."

I listened to Dave's story. I heard different stories from my patients. Therefore, I did not see anything unusual in his story.
“There was no monster,” I told him repeatedly. - What you saw is just a man in some kind of costume, and everything that you call mystical is just a part of your imagination, which your consciousness recreated under the influence of the stress experienced...

Soon in the hospital, strange things began to happen. Electricity began to go out frequently. Interference appeared on recordings from surveillance cameras, and sometimes an entire recording disappeared from the tape. And Dave's breakdowns became more frequent, so we had to lock him up in a solitary ward for violent people...

That day, as always, I came to work early. I had just put on my robe when suddenly I heard a woman scream. I ran out into the corridor and rushed in the direction where the scream was coming from. I saw one of our nurses there. She cried and could not calm down. In response to my questions about what happened, she did not say anything intelligible, but only pointed to the room in which Dave was lying. I walked into the room and was horrified. The entire floor was covered in blood. There were blood spatters on the walls and even on the ceiling. Dave's entrails were scattered all over the room. And on the window there was a note on which a man without a face was drawn...

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