Melania Trump, the Hat Man
Have you seen this man in your dreams? You probably havenât. Iâm pretty sure this was a hoax. I love the idea behind it though. www.thisman.org is still active though. I have to respect whoever is paying for that. Someone is, right? Iâm pretty sure I havenât written about the Hat Man yet, right? Heâs been on my mind ever since Melania Trump basically dressed like the shadow figure Iâd see in my dreams as a child.Â
I was definitely a kid who was afraid of ghosts, closets, sometimes the dark, etc. I had a lot of nightmares as a child. I was also able to fly in my sleep though, so you win some, you lose some. I had a few different recurring nightmares. One major theme was someone trying to get inside while I was home alone. Sometimes Iâd dream I was outside in the front yard and people would pull up, get out of their car, and approach me. I couldnât scream and I ran in slow motion in my dreams. I almost started feeling like I couldnât run in real life either sometimes because the dreams would feel so real that the feelings would carry over. I donât think thatâs entirely uncommon though. Iâd hate the feeling of trying to keep the door closed, meanwhile in hindsight, they could just break a window and get in that way if theyâre really committed. Dreams donât make sense.Â
Another common theme was interactions with what I now refer to as the Hat Man. Why? Well, I want to talk about something else first, so youâll have to wait to find out. So, the Hat Man. He mostly lurked in a room upstairs in my house. There was a door directly to the right of the staircase. Well, sometimes there was a door, other times the door was broken off the hinges and there was just a sheet. The stairs are just wooden, no carpet, a lot of open space. There are a few wood pieces that act as support/structure between the stairs and the railing. Theyâre the kind of stairs that make you think a monster is going to grab your ankles through the slots.Â
Like with the potential kidnapping dreams, I couldnât scream when the Hat Man was around. I wanted to. He wanted to take me. The Hat Man wore a wide-brimmed hat and was a completely black entity. Heâs shaped like a man and gives off the vibe he is dressed nicely; however, I couldnât tell you why because there really were no distinguishing features besides the hat. A mere shadow void of matter, yet able to interact with the physical world.Â
He never left the room he was in when he was grabbing me. His arms and fingers would stretch to grab me. Even when I was awake, I would hate running past the staircase at night. Notice I did say running. I usually ran past the stairs at night, even during the day sometimes when I was feeling extra spooked. In my dreams, the Hat Man would grab me as I was passing the stairs. I only remember the struggle of being grabbed, not what happened if/after he got me upstairs. His arms elongated to grab me, usually by the legs. Heâd pull me up the stairs and I would try my best to grab onto something on the stairs to try to stop him from taking me into that room to the right of the staircase. Most of the time in these dreams, one or two of my parents would be mere feet away, but theyâd always be looking the other way. Iâd try to scream and nothing would come out. No one, not even those closest to me, was going to save me.Â
Over time, the Hat Man dreams stopped. I havenât seen him in years. Iâm not trying to invite him to visit either. Hereâs the thing: over 15 years ago, I told my best friend since birth at the time about those dreams, and she was like, â The Hat Man?â I was like, what do you meanâŚ?
She was interested in the creepy, the weird, the gory. She loved horror films as a child. She was a harsh critic quite early on. She turned to the internet to look for something that could really scare her once movies became too predictable. It wasnât surprising that she would know about this.Â
Once we had this epiphany, she showed me what was out there. âHoly shit.â It was him. It was surreal to see that this figure who terrorized my childhood wasnât just a figment in my imagination. If nothing else, it was at least a figment in numerous peopleâs imaginations. While unnerving, the feeling of camaraderie with random people on the internet that could technically be lying about having a shared experience assuaged the eeriness of it all. Learning this wasnât just a childhood nightmare, but a phenomenon experienced by people around the world opened up a world of possibilities that I still havenât fully explored.Â
Thereâs so much out there. Itâs literally so overwhelming to think about how much I donât know. While I donât love the current state of our society, I canât deny that I am a bit thankful to be in it and know so much more than the people who came before me. Iâm excited for the people who will come after. Thereâs so much to find out. I want to know it all. Itâs physically impossible to know it all, I canât help but wish though. I want to know what is real, what is fake, what is exaggerated, and what is downplayed. I keep saying that I can feel thereâs more out there. I wish I knew how to access this information I crave. Who knows, maybe Iâm longing for something that doesnât exist. The Hat Man is just one of those little things that makes me wonder what else is out there?
Bonus content: I posted on X, formerly known as Twitter, about how Melaniaâs one outfit, the one thatâs currently being mocked in Southpark, reminded me of these nightmares. Letâs just say people found it extremely disrespectful and felt I need help. Itâs so sad that they were right about me needing help. Whoâs gonna help though? No one, so deal with m, bitches.
Honestly, this one gives me similar vibes too, but not Nearly as severe.
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