So, since the second week Ive been here in CO Ive been having nightmares. Most dont make sence and I can usually go back to sleep afterwards. But lately Ive been having this dream..

My mom takes me to my grandmothers house. But..Its really not. Its on my old street, with stairs like my Uncle Mike used to have and the inside of my grandmoms -OLD- old house, before she remodeled it the first time.. Anyway, its new years or something, and everyones there. So we count down and we all head outside to dance in the street like normal..well..this white car pulls up and out comes my dad. He looks kinda the same, only he has a beard. And Im like "Oh my god! DADDY! *hugs*" and hes all happy to see me. He explains he was in Witness Protection for some reason, cant remember that, but we go about the night fine..Then dad notices my braces and goes 'So what are those for?' and Im like "Well, I have CIDP" "...Is that some new form of crack addiction?" XD Yes, I know, comic relief in a nightmare. Anyway. I explain to him what it is and he gets this..heart wrenching horrible look of dissappointment on his face. And he starts mumbling..He then grabs my wrist roughly and starts dragging me..He takes me to his car and tries to get me to go in, but I cant see the inside, all it is is a bright light. And I would probably go in if not for the fact touching it BURNS. So I struggle to get away and after getting away and falling on the curb my father turns around and he looks like the crypt keeper/the girl from the ring and gets on his hands and feet and runs at me super fast(Which, for some reason, I am scared shitless of anyone who can do that.)

Thats when I wake up..after I get done screaming. Thankfully I dont scream out loud, only in my dream..But poor Proctain. Constantly waking him up in a panic..And sometimes the dream repeats itself when I fall back asleep.

Mrew *curls up but doesnt fall asleep*