The Psychological definition: A nightmare is a dream occurring during rapid eye movement (REM) sleep that results in feelings of strong terror, fear, distress or extreme anxiety. This phenomenon tends to occur in the latter part of the night and oftentimes awakens the sleeper, who is likely to recall the content of the dream. My Defnition: A series of doors left unopened in a hallway. Some opened sooner than later. Some opened later than sooner. I walk through this hallway with no end in sight opening door after door. So where is this hallway? It's in there. In that disturbed mind. But, who am I?

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i heard the front door and the ring that stated that another costomer was here. i waited for them to approach as i continued to scrub the counter that rest in front of me. "umm hey...jessica" the man said. i looked up slowly. was that who i thought it was. no i couldn't be. the tall muscaler figure that rest infront of me. flashing a heart stopping smile. his brown hair. his blue eyes. the captian of the football team. what did he want with me of all people. i mean he never talked to anyone outside his group. and if he did it wouldn't have been me. i was just a nerd. a nobody. i've always had a crush on him since the first grade. but hes never seemed to notice me. "um h-hey derek" i was speechless i didn't know how to act. i looked up at derek he seemed to be feeling a little akward and uncomfortable too. "can i ask you a question?" "sure" "can you help with my homework. you know study session" i looked at him dunmbfounded was that the only reason why he came here to ask me to "help" with his homework. i felt disgusted and angry. "and what inside that big head of yours thinks i'd do that" i said while leaning agianst the counter towards him. he leaned in too. our faces were inches apart and our lips nearly touching. "because you cant resest me" he said with a wide smile. his minty breath hitting my face like a dust cloud. "like hell i can!!" i yelled back geting away from. letting my temper get the best of me. "oh come on jessica if i dont ace my next test i'll fail" he said strightning up too. "thats your problem pretty boy not mine" i said coldley. "man i didn't know you were this bitchy" he said while rolling his eyes. i gasp. "fuck you!!" i yelled agian. he raised his and placed it to his heart as if i had hurt him. good i hoped i put a dent in that fat ego of his. "come on no need to hurt peoples feelings" he said. "excuse me! says the aroggant ass hole whos standing right in front me!!" people in the restruant looked our way in horrified e

Memory. Such a meager word. No sustenance, no real meaning. A term coined by humanity. It can be distorted so easily, more malleable than anything else in this universe.