The trauma has become a body and tries impersonate me.. And the snapping of fingers is life's force, the darker, negative charge. I could not even see the tormentor in dream, it just was matter. And had I think again, a black cape.. It was evil. And maybe it had a hood and a black, void of a face with no feature. It built a concept of a person in energy form, the trauma, and the emotions, thoughts, and reactions I have make the construct of that impersonating force, counter to my true, innate nature and healthy way.