I don’t often have nightmares, but when I do, it’s usually based on the same theme: I am trying to hide from someone who is looking for me. . .someone who wants to hurt me. Sometimes I am being chased, sometimes I am hiding in a dark closet or under a bed.
Please don’t find me.
Please don’t find me.
I wake up in a panic and tell myself, “you are okay—go back to sleep.”
The dreams are terrifying. But they aren’t real.
My heart hurts for those families in Newtown, Connecticut who are waking up this morning, hoping it was all a nightmare.
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