My life was a blur and in a flash I was staring at the point of a gun barrel of a magnum pistol held by a cop at the end.

Put your gun down and place your hands were I can see you said the cop.

Deliriously I could hear the sounds of sirens and voices, dropped the gun with a thud from my fingers helplessly.

Vision started to clear I was surrounded by cops on a road with fire engines and squad cars. I could feel the heat from a filling station that had blown up in flames and money bank notes was strewn all over the place. There were dead bodies lying around armed men with uzi unconscious or dead in pools of blood or water.

I was wet and hungry with a throbbing pain in my stomach wearing my pyjamas, barefoot cold and wet in the middle of god knows were in the middle of the night holding a comic book I was reading just before I went to bed.

My mind raced, heart pumped in panic, how did I get here? could I even do this? What’s going on? I thought I’m in deep shit.

Young man said the cop what happened here?

I don’t know I cried I wish I knew?

A flurry of static intercom on walk-in talkies suspect is mid twenties suffers with a long history of night terrors.

Did you sleep walk calmly the police as he dropped the gun

Did you do this he firmly said.

I’m not a killer and I don’t remember all of this and as far as I’m concerned this a very bad vivid dream sir frowning with confusion.

Sir all I remember is one minute ago I fell a sleep in bed reading and watching Netflix.

Since young I suffer from sleep walking driven by vivid dreams, sufferer’s have walked down streets in the middle of the night buying milk and groceries reacting their dreams in real time.

My senses became hyper alert.

What were you reading or watching before you went to bed said the cop.

I can’t remember I just want got go home I said sobbing.

The cop calmly wrapped his arm around my shoulder, placed a warm blanket and sipped a hot cup of cocoa in a taxi nearby.

I think we will need a statement tomorrow he said.

I quickly fiddled my pocket and threw away the comic I was reading last night. Every night I dream I’m invincible action hero fighting bad guy saving the world.

In the wind the comic book pages turned each frame of a man with a cloak battling injustice in the world, mild mannered by day super hero at night a wreaking dark vengeance on the underworld bringing hope and fear to the innocent and criminal and he was called the Night terror.