I couldn't sleep much last night, I had the same bad dream I had a few times before. It dies down, but comes back sometimes. I don't know why it keeps coming back, maybe cause I never talk about it. But I hate those nightmares. They're all different but have the same elements and bring out the worst in me. I know they're not real, okay not really, they seem real to me. And it scares me. I don't know why I have these dreams but I don't want them anymore. Maybe I have a wild imagination, or maybe I'm just nuts. But I can't explain anything.

I wake up, everything looks fine, so I get out of bed. I start to walk to the door when the room seems to tip. I ignore the tipping and keep going towards the door. Then I see this thing just run past me. It looks like a monster, those things that would live under your bed, the whole package. Claws, teeth, tentacles, eyes like coal. All of them just keep coming out of corners, walls, ceilings, doors, windows, even out of my bed. And I run, I run as far as I can but they never go away. And the more I run, the more they come out of hidding. I run till I have no where left to run. They eventually get me, and I'm trapped in a corner with no where else to go. But before that, I remember thinking about letting them take me, letting them tear me apart limb from limb just so I wouldn't have to run anymore. Cause it's a lose lose situation, and I knew that from the moment I saw the first demon run out of hiding. I knew there was more, and that even when I was being cornered, there were more coming out of areas everywhere. But before I can think about anything else, it's over, it's done. I'd wake up gasping for air, as if I had been holding my breath, making a prayer in my heart that I'd never be alone again, not with my own demons.