It was something that she thought would never happen to her as sleep for her had always come with ease before. The night before, she had dreamed of being in the home of another girl. A girl whom Angela, despised. Sandra was Angela’s tormentor, a girl much older by her standards. She was 15 to Angela’s 13 years of life, but for Angela it was a big difference. As fate would have it Angela was having lucid dreams, these dreams did not frighten her, as they were not nightmares but dreams in which she would see places she had never been to before in her waking world. She did not have any friends to speak of but did not need any either. Her dreams kept her busy on many a lonely night. Therefore, it was with ease and comfort that she would look forward to the end of her school day so she could visit worlds in her dreams.

Dreams that were a comfort for her as her journeys were vivid and fanciful, the sights and sounds gave her a sense of joy. The journeys were of walks along pathways in lands of trees and open grass covered fields in which small streams and friendly strangers were of the norm. In her anger, she dreamed of revenge on her tormentor, as she went to sleep that night. Sandra had said something. Her mother was sick from some heart problem and that Sandra was very concerned and worried about her. This would be her chance to pay back Sandra for her cruelty on the bus, she would do harm at least in her dreams to her. As she fell into a deep sleep, she was aware of and still upset by the events and would at least seek revenge but what. She came to the home of her tormentor in her dream a dream in which she envisioned would be. The home was completely different to her and she would seek out revenge. There in a bedroom she would find the mother of her tormentor sleeping soundly.

Without hesitation Angela would enter this women’s body and stop her heart from beating, she could feel the pulse beating but she must quiet this beating heart and so with her dream hand held the beating heart fast. It was not long before it was quite the heart had stopped and she had her revenge. As she woke, a strong sense of remorse came over her as she had stopped the heart of someone in her dream. She did not feel good about her dream but told herself it was a dream after all and nothing more.

She did not feel comfortable getting on the bus that day even though it was a Friday and the last day of the school week for her. Her tormentor would be on the bus and the teasing would begin which she dreaded. Nevertheless, it was not to be she was not on the bus that morning, which were relieved, it was going to be a good day after all. A week went by and still no Sandra, what was up with that she wondered. Oh one of the other girls said, Sandra’s mother died and is taking it hard she will not be coming back to school for a time. Oh, god the guilt of going to sleep and dreaming of doing this and it happened in real life. Extreme dread and regret came over her at the possibility of this being real. It cannot be it was only a dream but the reality was hard to deal with, as she was to learn that this woman actually died from a heart attack.

She must tell someone but whom, she could not tell anyone without them thinking that she was insane and needed therapy. She knew she could not tell anyone who would actually believe her that would make them as crazy as she is thinking that she has become. No one with common sense would believe such a story and knew they would only think she wanted attention, which was not on her mind. Am I going insane thinking that she thought, it was only a dream, but the reality haunted her. Her dreams were at the point were she did not know if she did something for real or was it just in her dreams. Life was becoming very confusing for her now her body ached with pain and her mind confused. It was not real but it was real she got what she wanted, but she did not actually want the women to die but she did.

The thought of it was only a dream made sense but now she started so sleep; slowly go to sleep. Now dreaming she wanted to make up for her thoughts about what had happened, she seen people in her dream and went to a friends home in her dream. However, as she was dreaming knew it was a dream and so what she was talking about to her friend was only in her mind. This is insane she thought, here I am in a dream talking to my friend about what had happened. She knew it was only herself talking to herself she had to wake up. Only waking up was startling to her. She was awake the whole time; she was physically talking to her friend for real in her friend’s room. She screamed how did I get here, Angela’s friend was stunned by her raw emotion, and what do you mean how did you get her? Angela thoughts to her distress that she knew that she was completely and utterly insane, this cannot be, but it is.