Arcadevere
Gentle Lady From Brady Hartsfield Defense Squad
I may have mentioned this previously, but I had a recurring dream when I was about five.
I wake up in my bed next to an evil version of me, and he spends the whole dream trying to kill me in my room. I beg him to stop, but he says he's going to get rid of me in some of the meanest ways he can, if I just let him. Some of the threats he makes, the things he says are words I don't remember even knowing as a five year old boy. A pile of wooden chairs materialize at the foot of the bed, and I mange to throw him under them. Under the pile, back to he wall, he smacks his lips and bursts into flames, calling for help in my voice. The chairs catch the comforter on the bed, which catch the drapes, and we scream for each other as the room goes up. When his screams, which are my screams, turn wet, I know I'm alone.
Then I wake up. When this dream stopped altogether later that year, I remember thinking I was scared of two things: burning and being alone with myself.
Yikes, that was one of a hell bad dream D: