Dream Crawlers

I've known I wasn't normal since I was six years old. My three year old sister was having a nightmare; I didn't know what to do. I remember going over to her wishing I could stop it, stop her nightmares; but then, I was in it. I saw what was hiding in her mind. I MADE it go away; and then, I was out. It was like I wasn't even there. I find it quite strange, I can feel it in my gut that there are more like me, but I haven't found any yet. My name is Clara, and they call me a Dream Crawler.