Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had nightmares that pretty much kicked my ass, don’t know why. My childhood wasn’t really any more traumatic than the usual. Where things take a turn for the weird here is that unlike seemingly everyone else in the world, I can’t wake up from them. Over time, I've come to learn that these aren't dreams so much as slips into the astral plane. A place where beings lie in wait to feed off your emotions and can use your own memories against you as a weapon. Weird right?