No face

I dreamt of a man with no face last night. I stared across a room at his face in awe of the lack of features. No mouth no nose no eyes. Simply pale flesh and bald round head. He sits in a chair tapping his feet. Suit and tie disheveled. I fear him but I feel my self slow move through the darkness towards him. A blur of motion and he is front of me. Standing there appearing to look down. I want to touch the smooth orb of a face but he blank stare. I find a marker in my hands. I want to draw his eyes. He leans close and lets me slowly create his eyes and eyebrows. A mouth and nose next. Cruel drawings I know for I am no artist. He steps back and what I draw starts to move and laughter escapes his marker lips. Follow me he whispers in a slightly creepy voice. I want to but something holds me back. His voices turns angry and his expression changes from what I have drawn. So much anger. I run through a door that appears. The world seemingly creating itself around me. A lake appears. I jump and feel the cool wetness surround me. He splashes in after me. His face melting and voice becoming more muffled. He grabs me and pulls me close and his face and body is becoming distorted. He gurgles one more sentence. You cant run forever...