NightMare # Title#1
I have had many nightmares, some on numerous occasions. They rarely make me afraid, but this one really freaked me out ...I suppose because some of what happened in the dream has also happened to me in real life. I was 11 years old when I first experienced this dream. I'm now 17. I only had this particular dream one time, but that was enough to make me remember it forever!

I was living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania at the time this dream occurred. I was just getting ready to go bed as my dad looked at me with loving eyes and wished me good night. But there would be nothing good about that night. The dream began around midnight with me traipsing down the stairs of my house to get something to eat and drink. To my surprise, I became aware of the sound of a rocking chair being rocked back and forth. The sound was coming from our front room. I wondered who would be playing around in the chair at this time of night... I slowly crept down to the foyer and peered around the corner into the room. Expecting to see my father, I instead saw only an empty rocking chair, but it was rocking by itself! I quickly scanned the room, looking for someone, anyone, but no one was there except me. I slowly approached the rocking chair to stop its motion. With each step closer I took toward the chair, it would rock that much faster! It was freaking me out! I momentarily froze, turned and shot back up the stairs to wake up my father. When I entered my parents' room, they weren't there. I called to them down the hallway but there was no reply. Now I was really getting frightened! The next thing I know, the sound of breaking glass echoes out from my brothers' room. I cautiously approached their room and heard another sound, that which I believed to be a snake's hiss. "SSSSSsssssssssssss!" As I entered their room I quickly checked their status. My brothers seemed to be sound to sleep. I tried waking them in hopes of getting some help, and that's when I discovered the horror that had now befallen me! They were both dead! Their eyes were rolled back into their heads and their bodies were cold and stiff! I screamed uncontrollably as I stumbled out of their room and back down the stairs! I yelled for my father, "DAD! DAAAAD!" But there was no answer. I again entered the front room and was astonished to see my parents, calmly sitting on the couch, staring into the dark of the room. The rocking chair was now silent and motionless. They both turned to me and, in a calm yet eerie tone of voice, my father said, "What are you doing up at this time of night, boy?" I excitedly shouted to my father, "I think the kids are dead! I can't wake them up and they're all cold and stiff! Please, dad! Help!" Responding in what can only be described as indifference, my father rose from the couch and sedately walked up the stairs to my brothers' room. My mother and I followed. When we were all in the room, I again heard the hissing sound, "SSSSSSssssss!" That's when I observed the dark wooden floor of the room suddenly seem to come alive! It was covered with snakes! Twisty, slimy, jabbing tongued snakes! They were all over the room! Hundreds of them! I could feel them slithering over my bare feet! Several of them pounced on my back and I immediately became aware of several sharp pricks of pain! They had bitten me!

Unexpectedly, I woke up to one of my brothers pinching me on my back (it hurt like hell). He was trying to wake me up because I was whimpering in my sleep. "What a dream!" I exclaimed. I was shaking and sweating so I got up to walk it off and went downstairs to get a cold soda. As I approached the kitchen, the first thing that met my eyes when I turned on the light was this huge satanic pentagram, burned into the kitchen floor! It was surrounded by a thick circle of bubbling, bright red blood! "What the hell?" I puzzled... "Am I still dreaming?" I then heard my dog, yelping and shrieking from behind the basement door! I ran over and opened the door. The dog, still screaming wildly, jumped out of the basement and darted off into places unknown! I was afraid, but nonetheless, I walked down the basement stairs to see what had so disturbed my dog. As I stepped upon each level of the old wooden treads, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster! When I reached the basement floor, I turned to the center of the cluttered room and was startled by some kind of a shadow, an apparition! And, in that same exact moment, I was blinded by an eruption of burning white light! ...Then darkness, total silence, senselessness, nothingness.

That's when I woke up, again! This time for real! I was absolutely terrified for several days after that. I still don't know what it all meant.
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NightMare # Title#2
Instead of this being just one dream, it consisted of segments. Eventually, all of the segments linked together as you will see...

In the first segment, I found myself in a beautiful secluded garden circling a sculpturesque fountain, along with a pristine azure sky. I was wearing nothing but white: loose-fitting white pants, a white shirt with white buttons, even a pair of lustrous white shoes. There was also a small group of people gathered around the fountain. It looked as though they were praying or something and I didn't attempt to speak to them. After they had finished, they began casually strolling through the garden, unconcerned with my presence. After a short while, a little girl from the group approached me. She was wearing a white dress and seemed very innocent and pure. In a sincere and kind voice, she welcomed me to their haven and then began giggling like a small child. We conversed a bit more with general statements like, "How have you been?" and the like. I didn't bother asking, "Why am I here?" or, "Where is this place?" At the time, I felt so comfortable just being there, I didn't see the need to make known any of my own concerns. Abruptly, with that thought, the dream segment then ended...

In the next segment, I was present once again in the mysterious and picturesque garden. However, this time there was something wrong. I didn't know what. I didn't feel so comfortable this time. Instead, I felt uneasy and anxious. As I looked around for the little girl who had befriended me on my first visit, I was shocked to see that a small fire had suddenly flared up in an obscure corner of the garden. It spread rapidly, before my very eyes! The stunning, colorful flowers and the aesthetic, richly green plants were all engulfed in flames! The resulting noxious smoke was thick and black. It filled the once blue sky and turned it into a gloomy grey cavity of darkness. I frantically searched the area to make sure none of the people who lived there were hurt. That's when I saw someone, or something, chasing down and ruthlessly murdering the seemingly passive garden dwellers! Because of the bellowing smoke, I couldn't see clearly enough to survey the entire area, but I heard those poor people screaming in pain! They were crying and shrieking and begging for their lives! I could just barely make out the shape of the ominous killer. He was pitch black, like a shadow, and it seemed as if he was fueled by the smoke, strengthened by its gaseous streams of toxic fumes, as if he and the smoke were somehow one! He wielded a long black sword, now covered with his victims warm blood. He viciously swung the blade to and fro, whacking and hacking in a random yet methodical manner! The screams of the people became so unbearable to me that I covered my ears with my hands, pressing so hard against them that it nearly caused my head to burst! The temperature in the immediate area also began to rise: 100 degrees, 110 degrees, 120 degrees and rising still! The once serene garden was now completely overcome with flames and smoke. Dense pools of blood along with dozens of severed body parts were strewn all over the fountain and surrounding grass! I then saw the sweet little girl from the first dream segment. She promptly approached me, and, unlike the first time, she simply stared into my smoke-filled, watering eyes for several long seconds. She then uttered but a single word question, "WHY?" Not waiting for a reply, she turned and ran toward the fountain. After a few running strides, she tripped and fell onto the blood soaked grass which drew the attention of the murdering black-hearted swine who was still on his killing rampage! He quickly made his way over to her location, and, without hesitation, I ran to her aid, falling protectively on top of her. As the merciless shadowy slayer raised his bloodstained blade high into the air and began to swing it toward my vulnerable quivering neck, the dream segment ends...

In the third and final segment of this unrelenting nightmare, I was present once more within the confines of "hell's garden." The sky was now a crimson color, occupied by a haunting red mist and speckled blackened clouds. The once exquisite marble fountain was now cracked and weathered, nearly in ruins. The garden itself consisted of nothing more than charred ruble and smelled like a combination of cooked herbs, burnt human flesh and a severe case of bad breath! The previously deeply colored green grass was caked with chunks of human tissue on its surface and held within its roots, pools of gooey clots of undried blood! There were dozens of dead bodies scattered about the area. Although, I could still hear faint moans of pain from a few mortally wounded and slowly dying individuals. Then, incredibly, the dead rose from the ground and began to walk the garden! Some who were missing limbs, some whose flesh had been completely burned off their bodies, some were still smoldering and on fire! They walked the garden! I couldn't believe my eyes! The "garden zombies" started feeding on each other as they clumsily bumped in to one another while aimlessly stalking the garden grounds. They ripped each other apart, fighting each other, tearing at each others hacked or cooked flesh! As I backed away from this scene of carnage and chaos, I stumbled and noticed a plant vine wrapping around my leg. The vine tightened and caused me to lose my balance and fall on my face. I started bleeding from my mouth and my nose. The vine then wiggled up to my neck and quickly wrapped around it, strangling me! I started biting on the demon organism and tried pulling it off of me! Finally, I broke loose its grip and ripped it in half. It screamed in pain! "A vine screaming?" I thought in confusion... I then felt a sharp cutting pain in my left arm. Almost at the same exact moment, I felt the same pain in my right arm! I was sliced like a gutted fish in both arms! Blood was just gushing out of the open wounds and cascading down to the ground! I tried not to panic and inspected the wounds, wondering what had caused them. That's when "HE" appeared again! The shadowy butcher of dream segment two was sitting on the edge of the ravaged fountain. He was cutting himself with his black saber and he was crying! I confronted the homicidal cutthroat with the intention of killing him! When I was upon him, reaching to strangle the life out of him, he looked up at me, his eyes squinting, his smile gleaming... I was aghast! It was me! HE WAS ME! I was the killer! I don't know why, but I felt compelled to offer him my hand. As he reciprocated and put his hand into mine, we began to glow! I could feel the heat surrounding us, like our souls were on fire! The garden then slowly dissolved and disappeared from the scene. That's when I woke up...

I haven't had a dream about the garden or anything even remotely similar since. What bothers me about the dream though, is the fact that it didn't seem to scare me, the conscious me. It was like I had planned for it to happen, like I had done it before, so I wasn't surprised by its content or outcome... How's that for weird?
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NightMare # Title#3
This nightmare is one that has haunted me for a couple of years now. It has never changed and I've no doubt it ever will. I'll convey the story the way I actually witness it in the dream. My life has been a hollow existence for the most part, and the emptiness that results is a big participant in my nightmare.

As the dream begins, I can't see or hear anything. I'm in a dark vast void in time and space. Although muffled and weak, my senses seem not to have abandoned me completely. My first sensation is that I'm sitting on something, but I'm not quite sure what it is. My attention promptly turns to a dim, redish-golden light that appears in the distance of the immense vacancy. I decide to examine the light and walk slowly in the direction of its eerie luminescence. On the way, I detect another sensation, that of an intense heat of unknown origin. I instinctively try to avoid the heat by maneuvering away from its source, yet still maintaining a path toward my perceived destination. By reflex action, I pull back my hand as if bitten by a pesky bug. My hand is burnt, not badly, just singed. I don't know why or by what method this has occurred. I can still see nothing clearly except for the ever-glowing light source. I blow on my hand and try to relax it as I continue my journey. The light is brighter now and I approach it with caution. As I draw near, I can finally make out the image of what lay in front of me. It appears I've stumbled upon a large room holding a long corridor in its center. The walls of the room are lighted by, and consist of, semi-solidified red-hot magma. They are hot as hell! Now, I say magma because I sense that I'm underground, inside the earth. If magma were to exit through the earth's crust, it would be called lava. I don't know how I know that in the dream, I just do. I decide to venture through the sinister looking corridor as I feel I really have nothing to lose. As I move confidently along, I notice two hallways on either side of me. I hear a sickening, dull squealing sound and something rustling about from the hallway to my left. I can see that this particular hallway has very little depth to it and consequently resolve myself to find out what is making the noise. I travel a short distance until I reach a dead end, which also reveals the existence of another large room. It is filled with some kind of eggs or egg sacks. They are fairly large, like the size of a basketball. They are also transparent, and I can clearly see creatures of some sort inside of them. I closely examine one of the unborn embryos... It reveals these huge pulsating veins close to its abdomen along with a deep purple exoskeleton that has embedded within it, tiny saw-like scales. I also notice its long, sharp, wicked looking teeth. Then, as I gaze hypnotically into its maturing face, I am stunned! I take two quick steps back, shake my head, rub my eyes, and study the face again. It's the face of someone I know! Someone I despise! But, for the life of me, I'm not quite able to remember his name. I just know that I detest him. Unexpectedly, I now experience a strange foreboding and apprehensiveness. I feel something terrible is going to happen - the eggs are going to hatch, and I don't want to be here when they do! I turn to exit the room and after just one step I look in amazement as the hall I had entered the room from vanishes into thin air! I'm trapped! It's dark again, pitch black! I begin to breathe heavily, panting like a worn out pup! I otherwise stand quiet and erect, not frozen with fear, but rather indecisive of my next move and dreading that which I knew was to come. I didn't have to wait long! After only a few minutes, I hear a low-toned, threatening hum... The eggs begin to glow, producing a nauseating green halo all about their oval silhouettes! As if coming from beside me, a menacing whispering voice then filters into my left ear stating, "Welcome to my dark nest..." I knew I was dead! That's when I heard the shell of the first egg cracking and separating! More fractures and separations followed! The high-pitched cries of hungry, complaining, newborn beasts filled my head with sheer terror! I could tell they were approaching me by the intense snarls and gurgling noises that became louder and more horrifying! After that, everything happens in a slow motion haze, though vividly destructive. I feel the sting of a thousand teeth penetrating my defenseless flesh, gnawing on me, tearing, ripping and exploring the depths of my body, lapping up the warm blood as it freely streams from severed veins! I am being eaten alive! Although in excruciating pain, I wonder why it's taking so long for me to die. I can no longer endure this agony! Soon after that thought, I see appear before me the figure of a tall man in a flowing robe. I can't make out his face, but his eyes look wild and are lit up as if on fire. He seems to be smiling, although I'm somehow not able to distinguish if it's more of a grin of wickedness than a smile. Finally, the pain slowly subsides, my auditory sensations dull, I fade to black...

The face of the person I had seen in the creature was that of my greatest enemy. Although I haven't seen him for five years now, he seems to have found his way back into my life through my dreams. The dream recurs every now and then, but I have gotten used to it. However, I'm still bothered by several questions... Why do I know I'm underground in the dream? Why is it that most of my dreams begin and end in complete darkness? Do you know? Can you tell me?
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NightMare # Title#4
I'm now 16, but I still remember a dream first experienced at the tender age of 4. It was a dream so realistic, it continued to haunt me until I was 9. It caused me to sleep in my protective brother's room on more than one occasion. The dream would sometimes recur when I moved to another house. One house in particular is where I think I may have had a "real ghost" encounter, but now I'm not so sure...

I was ageless in this dream, could have been an adult, I don't know, it was unclear. The dream begins just as the sun sets, giving the winter's evening an unnatural grey glow which now engulfed the dead-end street where my three friends and I were hanging out. The twenty-foot trees outlining the street were all dead and leafless, looking like large, shadowy skeletons, all slanting inward toward the center of the cul de sac. We saw that there was a narrow path that led from one of the nearby trees into a dense forest. We decided to follow the path to see where it would take us. After a short walk, the path ended at the threshold of a dilapidated stone stairway with colossal sculpted lions on either side of it. Bravely ascending the crumbling stairs to the topmost step, we discovered the doorway to, what I can only describe as a small abandoned castle. When I say small, I mean its size was modest compared to what one might think of when they visualize a castle. It's more likely the building was some kind of first-rate medieval residence, constructed of cobblestones and mortar, probably owned by a rich nobleman or the like. As I contemplated the possible consequences of entering the gothic mansion, an eerie feeling of dread befell my entire being. Although my common sense told me to leave immediately, I was overcome by curiosity and adventure - as were my three companions. We, all of us, simultaneously pushed on the heavy wooden door that blocked entry into the castle and, with a bit of effort and persistence, we eventually forced open the door, watching as it tottered off of its rusty old hinges and crash to the floor. Taking a few cautious first steps inside the entryway, we were instantly awestruck by the palace-like interior of the lodging. It revealed tall majestic ceilings and pillars, complemented by beautiful stained glass windows embedded within the main hall. Streams of light were penetrating the colored glass of the windows and shone through on the adjoining walls, creating a magical psychedelic effect. Still under the wizardly spell of the charming surroundings, we determined that there were several noticeable openings at the other end of the hall and walked in wonderment toward their location. The further down the hall we advanced, the darker the setting became, to the point where I could no longer see any of my venturesome mates. They just seemed to have vanished... The stark reality of the situation then struck me like lightening! I couldn't see a damn thing! I called to one of my friends, "Sky! SKY!" ...I heard nothing but the echo of my own voice in return. Nervously, I floundered even further into the great hall, using the walls to balance and guide me. As I approached the end of the corridor, I began to regain some sight thanks to an unknown light source emerging from an odd beckoning room whose boundary I had no choice but to cross. As I entered the conspicuous chamber, I found it to be cold, damp, insipid and just plain depressing! Searching the area, I was confronted by a maze of apparel-filled coatracks that were situated from wall to wall, wedged tightly together. I lumbered slowly through the tracks of small spaces separating the racks, calling out to my buddies. I suddenly felt lost and helpless, maybe even a bit claustrophobic. I remember hoping I wouldn't become nauseous as panic and anxiety overwhelmed my frightened mind. Now moving at a rapid pace, I continued navigating the seemingly endless and confusing clothing system. I felt like a trapped mouse trying to find a piece of cheese! About that same time, I exited the mystifying labyrinth of racks into a vacant corner of the room. There I observed another one of those stained glass windows occupying a good portion of the back wall. As I impulsively examined the window's compelling and flamboyant design, I noticed a pulsating glow of blue light illuminating the outline of a chiseled form held within the glass, dominating the artwork of the window. The rhythmic radiance became more intense and the figure it enclosed seemed to come alive! It was the outline of a man, a transparent silhouette bordered by blue luminescence. It slowly displaced itself from the window and began floating toward me! It was whispering some words I could not quite distinguish. My body grew defensive and stiff! Although horrified, I was curious at the same time. The radiating shape then reached out its lucid hand to my face, running an unwavering thumb across my flustered cheek. My blood ran cold and I was routed by fear! I became aware that it was toying with me, showing me what the icy finger of death felt like! I then experienced a featherlike tickle engaging my skin, the kind of tickle you get when someone lightly brushes the small of your back. That's when I fell to to my knees, shuddering and dismayed, feeling weak and conquered. The strange apparition followed me down, hesitated, then seemed to dissolve into the clammy floor, disappearing. After several paralyzed moments, I regained my composure and pulled myself up to my feet. I stood there for a minute, reliving the recent events, trying to understand their significance. A long overdue tear ran down my face as I once again turned my attention to the coatracks. Desperate, I had no choice but to renew the search for my missing comrades...

I recklessly threw myself back into the apparel maze, not knowing where I was going, not really caring, calling out the names of friends, screaming in vain, "Where are you?!" Within minutes, I gratefully heard the sound of another person, but it wasn't a sound I was expecting. Someone was screaming incessantly in a harrowing pitch! I frantically ran in the direction of the shrieks, moving in and through the befuddling coatracks with incomparable ease! Suddenly, just as I tripped over something sprawled across the floor, the screams were silenced. It was Ashly! Her face was grimaced and pale, her eyes bloodshot, her mouth open with her tongue extended and limp... She was dead! Whimpering while calling her name, I sadly reached out to her. My hand shaking violently, I touched her lifeless chest. Like jolted by an electric shock, I felt that same featherlike tickle down my back and immediately pulled my hand away! "OH, MY GOD!" I shouted. Now fearing the worst, I got up and called the names of my other two friends, "SKY! ... BILLY! ... CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" In a feeble voice, Billy answered my call. He was just ten yards from my position and I got to him quickly. He was lieing on the floor face down. I knelt down beside him and sighed, "Billy?" He too was dead! Murdered! My heart skipped a beat when, from behind one of the nearby coatracks walked my friend, Sky! As Sky peered at Billy's breathless body, a look of utter agony grew on his soiled face. Then, when his eyes met mine, his expression changed to pleasant relief. I rose and started toward Sky when, from out of nowhere, the blue glowing window figure appeared behind him! "SKY! LOOK OUT!" I hollered. "BEHIND YOU!" Sky rotated 180 degrees just as the murdering phantom was hovering over him! It raised its deadly hand over Sky's endangered head and in one swift motion, swept it down Sky's back! Dazed, Sky's eyes widened and rolled back into his head! His body trembled and his arms rose halfway to his side before he collapsed in a ball to the damp frigid floor! Horror-stricken, I again felt that infernal tickle in the small of my back! I couldn't move, paralysed! The ruthless "window phantom" then floated toward me until it was only inches away from my face! It then extended and pointed one of its index fingers to the ceiling and, in a regimented manner, swung it down through my nose, penetrating the curve of its tip like it was soft butter! As my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I slumped to my death, I was still conscious of that little tickle in my back...

I woke up that very second, not with a scream, not in a cold sweat, but with that featherlike tickle in the small of my back. Several years later I had the dream again, only this time when I woke up, and this really happened, I felt someone lean on the edge of my bed and whisper my name! I could feel his breathing on my face, but when I jumped up to see who or what it was, it was gone!
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NightMare # Title#5
This nightmare is one that I've had since I was 5 years old. It continues to have a profound affect on me to this day. I'll preface it by stating that I've always had a very close relationship with my mother...

The dream begins the same each time I have it. I view it from three different perspectives: from above, below and behind. I am my smaller five year old self, long brown hair and big brown eyes. I am always wearing a small blue wool dress that makes me itch. I am walking in a desert in which there is no light, no stars, nothing... Although it is dark, I can still see strange forms and shapes. As I walk along contentedly, I feel somewhat safe though concerned. When looking from the above view, I can see other objects moving right along side of me, while the below perspective reveals the small path I am walking on and to stray off of it would result in an eternal free fall and death. The behind aspect shows the deep-rooted fears and intimidation I feel as my journey progresses. Suddenly, from behind me, I hear screams! The screams sound to be that of a small child. This causes anxiety and dread to manifest itself in my young, unsuspecting body. I try to ignore the screams and keep walking the path, a bit faster now. My view switches to that of the behind standpoint which warns me in time that I have nearly crossed the edge of the path and saves me from a free fall. In the distance, I now see an object moving toward me, and, as it gets closer, I can clearly see it is my mother. She has long wispy brown hair and lively blue eyes. Still some distance away, she greets me with a loving smile and beckons me to come to her. My walk now develops into a trot. The view then transfers to the above perspective which exposes another figure closing in on me from behind. There is also one behind my mother, gaining on her position. I am almost in my mother's grasp when I see a veined, thin skinned arm appear from behind her, clasping her waist! Then, rising from behind her shoulders, a grotesque, demonic face with fiery red eyes glares at me as I near my mother! I start screaming, "MAMA! MAMA!" The monstrous figure, now fully displaying itself, stares me down, causing me to stop in my tracks. It then extends its other arm and hand over my mother's head. It is brandishing a huge butcher knife that looks to be covered with dried blood. I panic and call out to my mother again, "Mama?" She looks at me fondly, trying to conceal the terror in her eyes. She tells me that everything will be okay and that she will be fine. The dream alternates views to the below orientation and I see myself standing at the very edge of the path, praying I don't cross its edge. Switching back to the above eyeshot, I see the figure that was following me creeping toward me! It is discharging a wicked green glow from its mouth and eyes! I move closer to my mother and her demon-faced attacker reacts by pressing the blade of the butcher knife firmly against her throat, almost cutting it! The emotion in her eyes causes me much distress because I can't do anything to help her. I stand powerless, undergoing anger, frustration and hysteria all at the same time. Unaware of how close the creature that is stalking me really is, I lunge toward my mother! The glowing stalker immediately shoots me in the leg with something, I don't know what. I fall to the ground, crying and traumatized! Tears streaming down my face, I begin to crawl toward my mother while calling to her, "Mama! ... Mama!" The glowing demon now approaches me from behind, dragging one of its legs so as to mock me. Its mouth open wide and still emitting that sickly green glow, it suddenly lets loose a loud hellish laugh that echoes all around me! I turn back to my mother and manage to stand, putting all of my weight on my uninjured leg. The panic is now more obvious in my mother's expression! The demon holding her captive looks at me with a malevolent grin! I then speak to it using my older voice, "Let her go!" The demon tightens its grip and starts to laugh, echoing harmoniously with the other demon's continuing diabolical snickers. The evil laughter fills me with terror! I watch in horror as my mother's throat is then viciously sliced open by the loathsome creature! She slumps downward and onto to ground, vainly clenching her bloody throat! I reach for my mother only to find I have slipped over the perimeter of the path, grabbing hold of the edge before falling! Holding on for dear life, the lower view sees me dangling above nothing, a vast empty space. The above perspective shows the two ruthless demons hovering over my mother, ready to finish off the both of us. I wrestle my way over to my dying mother, one hand over the other, still clutching the fringe of the path! When I reach her, I hold on tightly as I search for life in her face. Bleeding to death, she reaches to me and lovingly strokes my crying face with a bloodied hand. She then offers me a momentary smile, but soon wrenches in pain as the blood gurgles and bubbles inside her gaping throat wound each time she strains to take a breath. The demons then violently separate us! The glowing one yanks me up by my hair while the other one repeatedly stabs my mother in the back! With each plunge of the knife she cries out in a sort of muffled agony! Soon after it finishes, the knife wielding demon looks at the glowing demon and they both smile as their eyes turn to me. My mother lay in a pool of blood, barely alive, unable to move any longer. The butcher demon then moves toward me, cocking the knife into the air! I scream out, squirming to free myself from the grip of the glowing demon! Digging my fingernails deep into its arm, I fiercely rip and scratch and tear as hard as I can! As green glowing blood squirts out of the ensuant ruptures, it lets out a bloodcurdling wail and tosses me out over the edge of the path and into the depths! Everything seems to slow down as I tumble into a free fall. I glance upward, only to catch the worried eyes of my mother, still trying to reassure me. All three viewing perspectives are now the same. They show me falling into oblivion, the sad face of my mother imprinted on my mind...

That is when I wake up, crying, in a cold sweat. The first time I had the dream, I awoke screaming and my mother came in my bedroom to comfort me. Each time I had the dream after that, I would always end up crying myself back to sleep.
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