screaming .. chanting .. raving .. crying .. wetting the bed. its just the middle of the night and these things happen. its just a dream people might say or... maybe even a nightmare. who would know these days ? various images from your own creativity of your mind when sleeping make up these thoughts. it could be ? my dreams are more then just my creativity of my imagination. its the reality im scared to face or am to cocky facing... who knew ? or could it be this power to know things in my dreams ? know things that will keep me awake and forever change my life. is reality really my dreams ? or am i living a dream in reality ? too scared to know too akward to focus. i see things at night. unexsplainable things. things that not only will effect my future but as also the present and past...