"Sophie!" I hear my dad yell to me. I must of been thrashing in my sleep again. I sit up, and observe that my pillow and my covers have been thrown halfway across my room, again.
"Dad, why did you have to wake me up?" I asked him, trying to fall back asleep again.
"They were becoming real."
"What? Who is They?"
"I cannot tell you that. Just stay calm, everything will be fine."
"Dad, I'm calm, I just want sleep."
"I'm afraid that in order to protect you from Them becoming tangible and destroying you, I cannot let you do that."
"What are you talking about?"
"Maybe I know, maybe I don't. That's the question..."
I tried to block him out of my head. He always freaks out when I'm asleep and start thrashing. Like it's the worst thing in the world. So I have nightmares with terrible nightmares! That's just normal. What isn't normal is Dad's waking there children up every time they obviosly have one. Do my dreams mean more that just dreams? Or maybe there's a reality to them...
