My Life in a Nutshell

Chapter 4: The Nightmare.....

You know how young kids always have these nightmares that repeat over and over, maybe for a long period of time? I guess you can tell where this part is going.... Well it all started in reality before the life of a nightmare had entered my trait of thought. It was a day out with my mother and I, i was about a year old now and my brain was strating to arrange pictures within my dreams now and i started a development of understanding through dreaming. So my mother had me in her little carry thing on her chest as i was the little smiley and sleepy baby i was, we went to this carpet factory (for reasons unknown still) and bought a large portion of carpet (again reasons unkown). Then when we were coming out of the factory this German Shepard guard dog had been standing guard watching over the exit, my mum didn't notice it and i certainly didn't so she kept walking. So you think this would all be going well? Well it was until the next moment, the guard dog had thought that my mother had stolen something which was clearly mistaken for me. So what did it do you might ask, well you know how guard dogs are trained to kill right.. well this dog was trained like that and of course being chained up would stop a dog from bolting away. Not this dog! Instead its force within its body had ripped the material of which was holding him down had started running for my mum. She wasn't scared about herself as she was for me, so what happened? She had to do the only thing she could do, get to a high vantage point. Where was this exsactly well ontop of a car. My mum was on the roof of a car and she had held me up high as i was starting to scream in terror of all the barking going on, the dog had ripped so much from my mum she had chunks missing from her legs and so much damage had happened. If that dog could've jumped any higher i'd be dead by now....

This was only reality.. Now to the nightmare itself..

It was only a relief that i had stopped having these nightmares when i was 9 years old, absoultely destroyed my childhood and well my ability to sleep at night.

I would sit at this playground in my dreams waiting for my mum to pick me up from playing on the equipment, then guess who'd show up the dog himself.. he would chase me around the whole area with the devils smile on his face and once i would stop to catch a breath he would jump me and just scream "DIE MITCH! YOUR TIME IS COMING!" . Then his jaws would open and swallow me whole, until my vision went black and where i would wake up crying begging for mercy that this horrible terror would stop.

Then one night it was a diffrent scene this time not like the familiar playground i would be in. This time it was my own living home. Not only was i prepared to hold my cuddle toy to make him go away i would tug so tightly that my imagination could hopefully take him away from me that night, this only happen 1/10 of the time.. My imagination would be more powerful then my willingness of mercy.

But i went to sleep that very night and saw me sitting on my couch in my living room at night with the moonlight shining in thourgh the glass door as i was on the inside watching the curtains blow with the cool wind. He showed up again but it was diffrent he said something that makes me wonder if he'll ever come back today. He came up to the glass and he said the original saying "DIE MITCH! YOUR TIME IS COMING!", but he couldnt get through the door, before i knew it i saw my mum beside me and scare him off as she looked down at me as if she was in pain but she similed and walked off into the light. Before the dog left he said, "I will come back for you Mitch.. But first your mother will be first."

Ever to this day do i wonder if he will come back to haunt me agian. If what he said will come true.

Today i fear German Shepeards with a passion but my outside shows diffrently around others.