When I was a child, maybe around 1 or 2 years old, I had nightmares Every night for a year. The nightmares were reoccurring and it got so bad, actually, that I had to see a doctor. Of course a doctor can't cure that, but they told my parents not to wake me up, and to let me wake up on my own because it would be to dangerous to to that.
So I was stuck dealing with them every night. It doesn't sound too bad at first but after perhaps the first month I was bad. I jump and any noise, I flinched at touch my mother had to share a bed with me so she could calm me from the nightmares after I had them. One that still haunts me however, is the one about the fall.
I don't know why it happened or why it still happens, but every few nights in those years, I would have a dream.
I was walking down the stairs of my house, what would usually be the forest outside the window is light, nothing but light. I walk into the kitchen, from there into the living room. The first thing I do is look at the dog bed in the corner of the room, the one where our beagle, daisy, had slept. I call out for her, casually walking up to the bed. The ground starts to crack, the light gets brighter, I can't move, stuck, no where to go. The floor gives way beneath me. I am falling the only thing i hear is the screams of terror, around me are vibrant colors of red, white, and black. As I fall further I can feel my back, just below my shoulder blades, burning. I'm screaming for my parents to help me, but no help comes, I only continue falling, and as I turn my body around, just as I see a dark cage, i wake up.
When I woke up in a cold sweat screaming it was terrible for my mother and my sister, who at the time shared a room with me. The nightmares were vivid and terrifying. In one I had to watch my mother burn to death in hell while a man laughed at my misery. I hate them.
