Every child at some time fears the darkness of their room. I feared the things that came while asleep. Night after night, dying, my mind creating pain where none existed. Wake up sobbing, gasping, wipe the tears do it all again. Vivid nightmares, strange for a seemingly sheltered child. A crushing fear of abandonment that one floating would give. Many adults to care an love but not one to call Mom or Dad. Moving into a house. Two stone lions. Very realistic. After dark, they come alive, padding on silent deadly paws. Upstairs downstairs, they find me. I can’t bear to see them but I’d cry to leave, and isn’t that a cruel irony. Special they call it, happens to very few. Brain creates dream, phantom pain lets me die watch the ruins. Even now I walk down the left side of the stairs, they can’t see me then. It sounds foolish, even I don’t understand, running from a pain that will fade a short time after waking.

(This is kind of all over the place, sorry. Basically I’ve had very detailed intense dreams since I was tiny. My brain will actually let me die in dreams and I watch whatever happens to my body after. I also can have something happen in a dream, cause pain, and I’ll still feel it like 5-10 min after being awake.)