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I'm lying in my bed and it feels like I'm stuck. I can't move, can't get up. The door is wide open. I can see my mother and sister sitting right there not 20 feet away from me. They're at the kitchen table but they're not paying attention. Why can't they see me? Why can't they hear me calling? Don't they see it? There's a tiger in my room. It's watching me. Stalking me. It keeps getting closer and I keep struggling trying to move but I can't. I'm terrified. My mom and my sister just sit there completely oblivious. The tiger leaps.
That's when I wake up, every time. I used to have this dream all the time growing up, when my stepfather abused me. I used to think it was just a stupid weird dream. But now I see how it related to my life. I used to have a lot of dreams about things out to get me. I was plagued by nightmares. I never understood them. How could I? I was just a child. You know the strange thing? I can't remember a lot of my childhood, but I remember every dream. They're all so clear. It's like they're my real memories. I don't know why I thought of this dream tonight. I haven't had it in awhile. Perhaps I have and I just don't remember, maybe that's why.
That's when I wake up, every time. I used to have this dream all the time growing up, when my stepfather abused me. I used to think it was just a stupid weird dream. But now I see how it related to my life. I used to have a lot of dreams about things out to get me. I was plagued by nightmares. I never understood them. How could I? I was just a child. You know the strange thing? I can't remember a lot of my childhood, but I remember every dream. They're all so clear. It's like they're my real memories. I don't know why I thought of this dream tonight. I haven't had it in awhile. Perhaps I have and I just don't remember, maybe that's why.
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