You wake with a start, cold beads of sweat leaping from your furrowed brow. You breathe out slowly as you realize the terror you experienced moments ago was part of your dream—nothing more. However, you can’t shake the feeling that these nightmares are getting worse, and you swear you feel weaker after each one. It’s probably nothing though, just a dream…

~ Envisioned by Mark Thomas

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