Some would call them dreams I have nightmares. Some would wake, screaming, if they experienced the night visions I had all my life. Some would think themselves going mad to see the things my sleeping mind sees.

But I had made peace with my nocturnal mind trips long ago. I had accepted what my dreams told me about myself, and stopped fighting what I knew to be my unshakable nature. Come into my mind, and watch me dream. Don't scream please. You'll wake me.

Screams and fire. Screams and fire surrounding me, yet seeming to sound so far away. Fire and heat licking at my sweating flesh. I felt like I was roasting alive. Far away, yet so close it buffeted my ears, I heard screams. The sound only another tortured soul can voice. The sound of people trapped in Hell. Or trapped in the darkest of dreams. Flashes of light filling my eyes, and my hands helpless to protect my vision. Helpless hands strapped to whatever I was on, strapped tight, so they felt no ...

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