I thought that nightmares was a trial everyone had to deal with. At least every child. I thought it was my entertainment. I thought it was my overactive imagination.
I thought wrong.
I've had a few recurring dreams. Planes, trains, spiders, Disney princesses, a psycho path threatening his family and dinner guests, and me as a mass murderer on the loose while my family, friends and I try to survive.
I've woken up panicked and scared.
I had childhood dreams from the Titanic and other tragedies and murder mysteries. I had day scares about the Titanic. I was afraid I was on the sinking half everywhere I went. School, car, parties. I wasn't at peace for almost 2 months.
And it's progressed to the point where every time I close my eyes, my subconscious wrecks havoc. My mind plays off of many daily tasks and gives the most negative result I can imagine.
The lines between reality and dreams is blurring.
I'm supposed to write one of my nightmares from everyone's perspective and really analyze the dream. I've chosen the psychopath.
I'm scared to dwell on it though.
