Another night, another nightmare. Waking sweating, tense and tight. Screaming into the darkness. The details gone, lost in a fog of fear and terror yet the feeling remained. A dark presence hanging over my bed torturing me, taunting me. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling. My body yearned to resume its rest, yet my mind maintained the dread. So it was I lay and waited for my dreams to take me and I hoped in earnest that they would not haunt and horrify me.