When I was small I would have a

recurring nightmare that a wicked

witch was chasing me all around

the neighborhood and I couldn't

find our house.  I would wake up

screaming as if I were being killed.

I was so scared, my parents would

take me into their room, and I

would crawl into bed with my mother.

She would cuddle me on the side,

with her in the middle,  so

we wouldn't disturb my father.

This went on for a few years,  It

makes you wonder what could have

been going on in real life that was

so terrible that my parents put up

with this behavior for so long.

Eventually I learned to become the

director of my terrifying dreams,

and therefore I was no longer

afraid.  I now know why they

let me sleep in their bed for so

long when I was little.  The

truth was more of a nightmare

than this little head could dream up.