One night I awoke to see my father's face staring at me from the the right corner of the foot of my bed. His face was like a statue, unmoving like stone. His eyes were three times the normal size and almond shaped. There were no irises, just small dot like pupils. I could only see the face, there was no visible body. However, I wasn't afraid, more so annoyed that my father was in my room staring at me sleeping. I never really moved or said anything, but I did glare at him with an unimpressed demeanour. After this, the face dissolved away and I rolled over and fell back asleep.

Was I dreaming? Maybe so, but I can say I never was afraid.