I can see you.

Prologue

Time spend with cats is never wasted. –Sigmund Freud

Time: Three AM, Friday sixth January twenty-twelve. It was getting pretty dark and street lights were fading. The dirty roads which were allocated near Bigeath Park were deserted. Round each corner only several or no teenagers lurked at this time of night. It wasn’t even cool.

The night seemed to drag on with no sign of it ending. It was not exactly pitch black however, it was freezing. Minus two degrees and icicles were begining too form as a slight snowy drizzle was due. It would be ridiculous to even imagine walking outside in this weather, say...wearing no jacket, it would be especially stupid to let your child walk outside in this weather unprotected. Wouldn’t it?

The park at night was amazingly a giveaway. It seemed a place of nightmares where no man stepped. The trees formed long shadows which could have been mistake for a tall figure in the night sky. You would seem a fool to classify it a place were monsters lived, or rather met. Yes, monsters. And no, not dragons or werewolves or any other amazing fantasy creatures that only exist in our imaginations and books. But real monsters. Not scary monsters, but monsters we all know of. Did you know, we can see someone for less than a minute, just walk past them on our way to college, work, school, home, and they can come in to our dreams: forever. Not for one night, not for one dream, but for forever. Our nightmares are real. Real people, real stories, real scenarious, all true. The monsters in our dreams come to the park. The monsters in our dreams are us.

Everything seemed so dark, cold and gloomy at first sight. But after, you realised how unusually wrong your thoughts and feelings of Bigeath Park was. Tonight, Friday sixth January twenty-twelve, Bigeath Park seemed different. Well, not the entire park, the play area.

What happenes when you are suddenly woken from your dream or nightmare? Where does that dream go? It can’t just suddenly disappear, can it? Are dreams just something that happen at night and end when you wake? Or do they continue, inside of your head, unconsciously?

Dreams are real. They actually happen, somewhere. Your dreams and nightmares tonight are not just a play of your imagination, no, they are real, and it is your imagination wanting to escape. Sleep is not compulsory...okay, well it is, but not so much of it is needed. You can survive without sleep for days. Your mind wants to escape sleep. It wants you to learn and be educated. It wants to experience new situations, foods, colours and people. It is your mind that wants; it is you that is stopping it.

When we sleep, after a few rounds of each stage of the sleeping cycle, our mind escapes. It is at this stage, where our unconscious runs ahead of itself and we start to imagine in our dreams someone else’s reality.

Everyone dreams.

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You would laugh if I told you a little girl was here. Here by herself...alone, cold, practically...dead. In the park. In Bigeath park on Friday. Friday sixth January twenty-twelve.

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