All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream-Edgar Allan Poe

There was a time, a while back, that I was having these very disturbing dreams. Nightmare if you want. They eventually went away as time went on, but apparently they have come back. By disturbing...I mean, blood, gore, death, murder, hate, and most times end up with me waking up in tears. I've tried sleeping more, thinking it was a deprived kind of thing, yet it was not. Last night it was Rosa being defaced by a stranger that helped up pull our car out of the river. I first fed her to the alligators...Than left her alone with some strange guy to be...It's to sick for even my taste to write about. But the point is that I can't sleep. Last night's was the sickest. It seems like everybody I know was there. I wish I could write some more but I must go get ready.