I don’t really ever dream, and when I do, I don’t typically remember them; but last night I awoke at 3am with my heart racing, having slept through a nightmare.

I was visiting a strangers house to be given something he had to offer. I don’t recall what that was. I just remember going to his house, where I had to let him beat me, in order to receive what I had gone to him for. I willingly submitted myself to his torture, in hopes of being given what he had to offer; only to find myself later, trapped in his house with nothing. I awoke from the dream when the strange man came back, with a wooden beam in hand, to abuse me once again.

True Story.

I remember now, why I don’t typically dream.