The Daily Daisy-Reflections on bravery.

One of my more brilliant creations,are thing I call Nightmares.Creatures that latch onto to kids with problems,and never let them go.
I got the idea,because when I was five,and for a long time afterward,I would imagine that there were monsters up on top of stairs,chasing me down.And wake up in the middle of the screaming for my mother,because of nightmares.Even though I knew well that they were only imaginary,they scared me.Although when Rose,my little sister was born,I was officially 'The oldest'.And as everyone knows the oldest is supposed to be the strongest,the bravest,and the smartest.They're supposed to set a good example.
I can't tell you how sick I am of this.
Anyway,I hid it all away,all my fear.I still saw monsters on the stairs,I still had nightmares,but I never told anyone.It became so driven into me that I wasn't supposed to be afraid that I felt angry about it.And I lashed out at..everything.I set a record for being banished into my room.
I'm afraid I wasn't the best role model.
After time I developed the ability to banish all fear whenever I needed too,but I still had nightmares,and they were worse then the shallow spooks of before.They struck deep.Sometimes I get the idea that they were sent to punish me,and....I'm not sure whether that's right or not.What are these dreams?
Well they always start out happy-ish,with all the weird things that happen in dreams. Then...something bad happens.People I know die.I'm of course perfectly alright.That's the torture of it.It's scary and painful and I wake up with tears on my face.Those nights are generally the ones I spend not sleeping,because it merely repeats,over and over.I haven't told anyone until know.Talking I've discovered does a person a world of good,but its hard.
At least for me.

So...Here's another reflective writing.I wonder what you think of it.
~Daisy

I forget to say-Enjoy

I'm sorry that you've been so plagued by those dreams! I used to have bad dreams all the time, too, and I admit I was scared to "heck" by them. There was this dog called the Pinth . . . he came in two forms, either about the size of a dachsund, or a six-foot-tall creature with human proportions. xP He was a weimerainer with a dacsund's body, and every time I had a bad dream, it was about him. It was so bad that I couldn't be alone, or in the dark . . .

I kinda cured myself, though, with the help of prayer, and starting to picture Pinth as my friend. xD And seriously, it works. Now, instead of having dreams where he rips my leg off, I'll call out his name if I'm in trouble.

I'm not sure that'd help you though, cus your dreams don't look like they're about monsters. Anyway, like I said, I'm really sorry you have to go through that. I'll pray that you get relief from the dreams.

Thanks.