The figure stood staring, one hand on the broken wall. His his head is bent down to the dust and the rubble. To the height and the strength of the wall, he looks for a way in, but the wall is too risky. Frozen in place, the figure, wrapped tightly in darkness, keeps looking for a way to get in. The figure will get in.
They are moving faster. I had the same dream on the figure in the alley for months but now the dream is changing faster. But why does it matter? It's only a dream. Man I need to chill out and stop worrying about some stupid shadow in a stupid nightmare. Still, I don't want them to enter the garden.