Its a cold night and with moonlight streaming through the open window, the nightmares come back. For once, someones there to comfort me. ForewordHey, guys. I realize that this is the first legitimate story Ive posted on here, and Ive wanted to do something like this for a while. I havent given much thought to this and it wasnt betad, so Im going to try my best to not have any substantial typos. Im writing on an empty stomach right now and its difficult for me to think at the moment. Excerpt: While scientists say that dreams come from some sort of inner desire that your brain wishes to fill, as in a void of some sort where you see something that could fit perfectly into it, no one knows the truth behind nightmares. I always thought that it was a mental expression of your deepest fears, but some of the things Id dream of either made no sense at all or were completely impossible. Even at the age of 23 I still recall my earliest childhood nightmares. Something as silly as a spout in my old living room that sucked everything that came close to it into oblivion, or perhaps a floating and alien orb of light meant to kidnap my mother and father. Over the last few years, the bad dreams had gotten progressively worse - and usually, I didnt remember them.