[ferretchucker]

I have been quite fortunate when it comes to dreaming. I rarely have dreams and have only had a couple of nightmares in the last few years. The trouble is, the ones I have usually leave me waking up either screaming, crying or sweating uncontrolably. The worst I can remember was where my mum and dad had been infected by this weird red gas which made them have split personalities. Well, as you probably guessed the other personalities were evil.

Well, anyway. It ended with my mum being carted away but my dad had me and my sister cornered in her room. He had a knife and was intent on killing us. Well, since his normal personality hadn't reared for a long time, i came to the conclusion it was gone. I managed to wrestle the knife off him and stabbed him in the chest with it. This next bit seemed to last at least an hour. As soon as the blade drove into him, he became my dad again and lie there, dying in my arms. Confused in pain and dying because of me. I remember his last words as though they were real. "I raised you, cared for you and loved you. It seems these werent enough to keep me from trying to get you. You did what was right for you and yor sister son. I'm proud of you and Love you with all my heart. Never forget that." Even writing this I'm getting all choked up and sniffy.