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Nightmares served as a reminder of the dark evils that resided in a person's subconscious. For many, it was where their greatest fears took shape to torment them through the night. The morning acted as an oasis for those who were drowning in the black sands of their dreams. And for most, that was where the nightmare ended. Unfortunately, for some people, daytime offered only short solace. For some, every night was filled with the torment of these harrowing dreams. I had been plagued with nightmares ever since I returned to my past. For five consecutive years, it was the same dream. Over and over. Every night was a stab to the stomach. Each morning came with a sigh of relief. During the day I could forget the images of my nightmares. During the day I could live my life feigning ignorance t