They're Back

For most of the summer I've been blessed with sweet, deep, restful slumber with dreams of sunshine and rainbows. At least that is what I have imagined as my dreams went unremembered and I had been waking with no angst or fear. This all changed a few weeks back and has been steadily getting worse. My sick freaking nightmares are back. It's getting so bad that once again I am afraid to go to sleep. So here I sit telling my story of woe.

I know it's just a dream. This is not real. But every night in my dreams one of my daughters comes running up to me, hysterical, say someone has had something terrible happen to them and they need my help. Last night it was Mary and she was screaming, "daddy daddy a man fell off the balcony and he needs your help!" I struggle to reach this victim of horror and when I get there he's a mess all bloody with mangled limbs and torn face and when I touch him he comes to life and starts to attack. He claws and scratches and bites and I fight for my life and when I finally get away he goes after my daughters. They scream as it grabs them and I struggle again to get back to them. I tear it's head off and rip it limb from limb to unwrap my screaming daughters from it's evil grasp.

Daddy daddy there has been a fire. A man was on fire and he needs your help.

Daddy daddy there was a car accident. A man went through his windshield he needs your help.

Daddy daddy a man fell in the river.

Daddy daddy a man crashed his plane. Daddy daddy I think he's dead.