And more dreams...

The dreams come more often now. Rarely anymore are they of wolves or fantasy; more like images of horrific natural distasters, atom bomb destruction and worldwide death and terror. Last night it was floods and then blizzards; I was trying to make my way home and couldn't hardly see in front of me. The rains came, and washed away all that was familiar. Guarding home and family has become the thing I think about most.

What if it comes to pass, like the dreams of my family members who then die the next day? Or that morning I woke up screaming my senior year in high school, dreams of looking down and seeing two people in long black coats shooting up a school? I was so terrified I refused to go to school the next day. Imagine the feeling that came over me when I watched the scene being played out on TV two years later as the Columbine massacre ensued.

I don't sleep peacefully anymore. What little sleep I do get is filled with dreams like these. I'm edgy and irritable.

What to do anymore?