A True Story of My Nightmare Creature

Alright, I want this to go on the record that everything beyond this point is one hundred percent fact. No, there are no possessions, killings, or any other of the creepy pasta clichés that normally happen in one of these. This isn't so much of a creepy pasta at all as a first-hand account of something that truly terrified me as a child, and disturbed me as an adult. If you're expecting a skeleton to pop out or anyone dying from unexplainable circumstances, I'm sure there are plenty of other pastas for you to spend your time reading. For now, I want to focus on the facts.
I have a recurring nightmare. It is nothing really that complex, but it always frightens me whenever it happens, merely because of how random it is. It almost takes priority in my mind, as I remember that sometimes it will even interrupt other dreams that I was having and force itself into my head against my will. Because this dream is incredibly simple in design, it has been able to evolve over the years, and get worse as time goes on. It adapts with what I think, which I will discuss in my overview of this dream.
No matter what kind of dream I could be having, it is almost like this nightmare can wipe my mind of any other thoughts that it could be having as I sleep. I could be having a trippy and strange dream in a far away land, where I am a hero, but the second this nightmare wants to make itself known, suddenly I'm not in my own dream world, but the real world. Or at least that's how realistic the environment seems. Everything around me is just as I remember it from the waking world, except its almost hyper-realistic, with too much detail in everything. Only two other things are ever wrong with this scene. One of them is the fact that it's too quiet. When I have this nightmare, in it I always feel like there should be more noise then there is. It's always outdoors, so I would expect to hear cars or wildlife, but I never do. Secondly, these dreams just feel empty, as no one else is around.
Though the location can change, the basic elements never do. It's always a cloudy day, like it could rain but the clouds just aren't ready to let go of their supply of water. I know it's almost impossible for me to tell, but it feels hot, like summer. I've noticed it more recently now, but I'm always in some place that I considered home at some point, be it my actual home or someone else's, like my grandmother's. Also, a main feature is there is always a fence. It's always the cleanest and most shiny chain-link fence I've ever seen.
Now, I will recount the part of the nightmare that scared me. It was when I saw it. The creature that was outside the fence. When I see it for the first time in any session, I freeze. There is not really a way to fully describe what it is. It's a creature as dark as the midnight sky on a new moon. It is about the size of a large dog, and walks like one as well. It pads along on all fours from behind the fence, from behind a tree or an intersection of the clean chain-link and a wooden privacy fence. I want to say that its skin or fur or whatever it is covered in isn't very stable, as it drips off of the creature. It has no true face, only yet again more black, slimy flesh. I begin to take a step back after the initial shock wears off, creeping back as to not draw attention to myself. Since I call this dream a nightmare, it is obvious to predict what happens next.
The creature, which from this point I will be referring to as "the Beast," looks up at me. It stares at me for a few seconds with its eyeless face, and at that moment I can tell it has me in its sights. I get an overbearing feeling that it is either snarling at me, or. . . laughing at me. My instincts kick in and I turn around sluggishly, as if my legs are taunting me. As I'm turning, I see a horrific sight, as the Beast begins to stand on two legs, grabbing a hold of the fence with its front appendages, pulling itself quickly up the fence. I run as fast as I can to a door that is behind me, exactly where it should be in this hyper realistic world. This is the point where the dream has truly evolved beyond changing locations. When I was young, I would be struck down right there, the Beast, through its awkward movements managing to break into a full out sprint across the yard to catch me. When I was a child this would wake me up, and I would sit in bed, not wanting to fall asleep. As I got older, I began to get closer and closer to the door, either my speed increasing or the Beast was becoming slower. In my preteen years when this happened, I would get the door, open it, then be killed by the vile creature's dripping claws. I would still wake up in the night, not so scared, but still frightened.
I do remember there have been some occasions of making it into the door from time to time. I would shut the door behind me as the Beast rocketed towards the house. I leaned against it and breathed a sigh of relief, but looking up I would see various people in my life. Family members, friends, and they all wouldn't believe me at first as I told them of the creature outside. Then one of them would wizened up and retrieve a gun from somewhere out of sight. As they were doing this, we could all hear a loud smashing sound, like glass breaking, and it would be standing across the room from all of us. It would start with those I least cared about, working its way through and slaughtering each and every one of my family members, an invisible grin stretching across its face. It saved me for last, for I was the only one that could truly be scared by it.
I'm telling this story for two reasons. One is that I had the dream again last night. As a spoiler, I didn't even make it to the door, and found myself waking up at six o'clock in the morning on an off day. The thing that I found strange, was that the dream version of me reacted differently this time. I stood my ground, shouted that it wouldn't end the same way this time, even though it did. I have a feeling that this made it more angry, as it worked itself to its hind legs much faster this time, and began climbing the fence quickly. I made the unfortunate mistake however of deciding to run away at the last second, as I had begun to doubt myself.
Now, the second reason I have chosen to write this. I spoke to one of my more trustworthy friends that I have about this dream in a similar manner to this. It disturbed me when he said "Yeah, I used to have a very similar dream. It went away after a while though. I just remembered it was a dream and woke up before it could kill me."
Has anyone else had an experience similar to this? I find it odd that we would have such strange experiences, and for them to match up this close.
Please. I want to know if this thing is real, and if it is, what it wants with me.
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