Dreams. Oh, how they terrify me.

Woke up in the middle of the night from a nice dream. Talking to my friend about something, nothing important, but I know I was happy, haha.

Drifted back to sleep and I contracted the worst nightmare I've had in ages. No, this wasn't the heart pounding, cold sweat kind of dream. It was a dream of choices, and I'll never know if I made the right choice.

It was night time. i was at home with my sister, and cousins eating dinner. My mom comes in and for some reason she's hysterical and violent as she wields knives in her hands. As a defense mechanism, my sister grabs some knives as well and begins to fight my mom. I stand there, just watching everything. I grabbed some knives as well in case my sister fell, so I could jump in prepared. She did, so I was now fighting my mom. I 'defeated' her easily, but it was as if she let me. Every stab or slice I tried seemed to just slide off; Nothing worked, but she fell anyways. She seemed to have gotten her sense back..  With arms pinned behind her back, I told my cousin to get some rope so I could tie her up. After, we took her to the car. I told my sister to drive. As a last 'goodbye' my mom hugged my sister and my aunt. She just walked past me, got in the car and told my aunt to sit next to her so she wouldn't sit next to me. My sister drove off and I was in the back seat trying to hold my tears back.
Then I woke up.

Dreams. Oh, how they terrify me. I never liked dreams, good or bad.
This isn't a good way to start off the new year..