A bright light engulfed my entire body. The Door had slowly started to close again. This was the third night I had had the dream, and I was beginning to remember more, and more of it. On this particular time I atirred in front of my thirteen year old daughters room. The two times before had been in front of the bathroom, and in front of the main door in the kitchen. This time though it was not a dream, and my worst fear came true when I awoke this time holding a butcher knife from the kitchen. I turned around really quickly to see just what this cold breath was breathing down the spine of my back and I saw my daughter. Her face was covered in blood, and the origin of this trauma was a single laceration in the left cheek. I bolted upright in bed, a cold sweat breaking over my body. I just want to know if their is anyone out there expierencing the same thing. Or am I just going insane worrying over an unknown insomnia. I need an answer before I don't awake, and my next s! ight is my daughter on the floor of our hallway, covered in her blood, and this time, this time, it is not a dream. How it changed my life:Well, the simple fact that I may wake the next morning and my children will not is, I think, a life altering event.
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