I awaken in a sweat, gasping for my breath. Who has been after me? The image seared within my subconscious. I try to make sense of why I am so scared. What it is all about?
Why can we go to bed happy and wake up so unhappy? The next day, it is like that being or creature is still looking, lurking, following me. It is hard to shake. Did it come to visit me or did it come from inside of me? It is evil? Is it the devil?
Will tonight be free of him?
Sweet dreams.
My Second Act, Scene One 