The Tall Faceless Man

My therapist recommended that I make this dream journal to record my nightmares in, my wife agreed that it may be a good idea, so here we are:

Last night, I found myself walking through a trail in some forest. The trees were impossibly tall, I looked up and saw that they never seemed to end, just constantly reaching towards the sky. I looked back down to see that there was no longer a trail, I was walking through the forest with nothing to guide me out.

I couldn't see a thing, the trees were blocking the moon's comforting light now. There was silence, not even the sound of the wind brushing against the trees, nothing to me stepping onto the fallen branches, this was the true definition of dead silence.

I continued weaving my way through the trees, but I couldn't find my way out of the forest and the trees were appearing more often, it was getting increasingly difficult to get through. And when I began to fear that I may never leave this forest, I heard a noise, the first noise to come to my ears in my time at this forest. It was a brushing of the leaves... and it came from right behind me.

I turned and came to look upon a man, an impossibly tall man, who wore a suit, a business suit, it was such a fine suit, I wondered why this man would be wearing a thing like that in a place like that. I couldn't understand how I could see this man in the midst of darkness, it was as if he was just... there.

I looked up to see his face, but I could see none, he had NO face, how could I comprehend this? Was he looking at me? What was he feeling? How could he be breathing? All these things ran through my mind as the man exploded into a flurry of tentacles, coming from all parts of this demon, they grabbed me and I was rose into the air. The tentacles began to squeeze and I tried to scream but did not have the air inside of me to do so.

As I began to die, I saw a figure in the corner of my eye... wearing a top hat with a grin on their face.

...and then I woke up.