In the midst of all of these dreams, these revelations, the ones that
haunt me and the ones that give me peace, there is one that shocks me the
most. One that recurs, that I have dreamed since before my memory begins. It
begins in darkness, always darkness, and then the monsters come. And they
chase me through the night, and into the dawn. Sometimes they are great
demons, who fly silently through the thickening night, who fall suddenly from
great heights to their victims, and sometimes they are giant wolves who run
on the wind, darkening the blackened sky with their howls.

It began when I was a child.