At one time in my life I looked forward to them. The day or night versions suited me just fine but the bad ones we humans call nightmares were much better having experienced asleep as when I woke I realized that it was just my dark imagination run amuck.

I never thought about them much more than what I just wrote. I just enjoyed the good ones and was amazed at times at how the mind worked with the bad ones.

These past weeks have changed it all. My pleasant dreams are rare and my nightmares are from past experiences hidden until now.

Frame by frame my mind is being torn apart… by itself.