The Demon Within

Prologue

In the peace of the night we all have dreams. We can have good dreams, where we are over the moon happy. Or we can have nightmares, where we wake up in a cold sweat crying. We can have dreams where they make sense and we understand them, or we have dreams that don’t make sense at all and we are stuck questioning what’s going on. Well I on the other hand do not dream like everyone else. My dreams become my reality; you may think it would be the best thing in the world. Think about it, all your wildest dreams come true and all you need to do is sleep. For an example you dream of winning the lottery, next day when you get up and check your ticket you win. Or say you dream of finally going on a date with your crush, then bam the next day your crush asks you out on a date.

But it is honestly horrible. Because my ‘dreams’ are not dreams, they are nightmares that I literally can’t wake up from. I can’t remember the last time I had a positive dream. And no, I don’t dream of stupid s**t like vampires or werewolves or any other make-believe thing out there. My dreams are realistic and horrifying. I have dreamt of murder and suicides. So of course, I had to find a way to stop it all from happening.

I tried staying awake all the time, never sleeping. Good idea right, no sleep equals no dreams. Wrong! Ever hear of something called a daydream? Also, I just couldn’t handle being tired all the time. My next idea was to take quick naps long enough that I could get my energy back but short enough that I couldn’t dream. Again, didn’t work. I was so close to giving up that I did the stupidest thing I could think of. I painted my room black and placed amethyst under my pillow and quartz in my window. And somehow it worked. In my black room I don't have dreams, I can sleep and never dream. But if I dare sleep anywhere else, I’m screwed.