Bad Dreams Bad Dreams Go Away Romane & Geschichten

“You look tired.” “I am,” I said. “I keep... dreaming. I keep having a lot of bad dreams.” It wasn’t a lie. He sat up and pulled me into his lap without asking. Just like that. “About what?” he asked, and his hand came up to push my hair back. “About you leaving,” I said. Which was also true. “About the war. About... about us.” He brushed a loose strand of hair from my face again. "You've been frightened ever since the healer gave you that medicine... That's why you're having bad dreams."

It’s Ben sounding concerned this time. “I’m awake and I won’t be able to go back to sleep. I’m going to go down to the Alpha’s gym. I promise I won’t leave the packhouse. It’s the middle of the night, get some sleep guys, we have a long drive tomorrow. I should be able to sleep in the car.” I didn’t wait for them to argue. __ Apparently the only thing that gets rid of the dreams is a three hour workout. It is six when I finally come up to get food before my stomach eats itself from the inside out.

These are the thoughts that made it extremely hard for me to fall asleep easily, but I eventually fell asleep. The bad dreams that I sometimes had about Smash putting his hands on me and trying to take my clothes off visited me on my sleep. It felt so real that when I opened my eyes, I thought I was still at the club. I was sweating and was naked on my bed. The towel that I had when I went to bed had left my body in my sleep. The sunlight that filled most part of my room brought me back to my senses—I was in Jason’s house, not at the club.

“Shh baby, I'm here.” “I love you,” I whispered. “I thought you were getting better at shutting away your bad dreams,” he commented, shrugging doubtfully. “I've been trying so hard,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “I don't know what's been triggering them lately.” I trailed off my sentence, a tear rolling down my cheek. “Every time I close my eyes...” I gritted through clenched teeth, balling my hands into fists. “I see those monsters again. I remember every bad thing they did to me!”

I think with my brain as a mafia boss, but at that moment, my brain was on hold, and my heart took the job. “Also, my mother told me to count the stars anytime I have a bad dream so that the dream will be exchanged for the stars. The bad dreams will be in the sky through the night as a star and vanish in the morning as the sun rises, while the light of the star will be in my heart to light it up throughout the day”, she suddenly said and pointed to the bright sky full of shining stars. “Do you want to count with me too? I pray you will be able to close your eyes peacefully without being haunted by your memories”, she added, looking at me with her cute puppy eyes

her voice resonated among the sound of the water and the echo of the showers. “Yes?” I replied, rubbing the soap all over my body. “What are you doing awake so early?” “I could not sleep.” “Insomnia?” “Not really, I just...I…” I paused, not knowing what to say. “Have you had nightmares?” “How do you know?” “Sometimes vivid dreams can be a side effect of antidepressants. Believe me, I know that,” she sighed. “I’ve tried many.” “They will go?” “Huh?” “The nightmares, will they ever go away?”

Goodnight captain. Goodnight nightmare.

I sighed and replied, "There are just some memories in the past that's coming back to my mind. Don't worry about me." My past could not help me from fixing something that were just happening at this occasion. They were just bad dreams that end at a time, which sometimes come back. What shall I do was to wake up, and do other things to forget them. Make myself busy on my mission, power and magics.

Kara pointed out. My shoulders sagged, my fingers picking at a loose bit of skin around my nail. "I know, I know." "You can tell us as practice if you'd like," Natasha suggested. I shook my head. "He deserves to know first, he asks me every night. I wake up with nightmares and he's always so concerned.." "Then let him help you. Putting it into the universe will help with your bad dreams." Natasha smiled softly. As I stared between the three of them, I knew they were right.

He was still sobbing. "Why are you crying, sweetheart? Did you have a bad dream?" I wiped his wet back with a towel; he seemed to have had a terrible nightmare. Knowing him, he rarely cried and hardly ever got scared. "Mama, I had a bad dream! A bad guy took me away from you! I was so scared, Mama. It felt so real. You were trying to run after me, but the bad guy shot you! That won't happen, right? Mama, I don't want to leave you."