Dear Dreams...,

...if I can even call you that. What happened to us? We used to have the greatest relationship. I looked forward to our meetings. I miss those days. My dreams used to be full of sweet thoughts, now the thoughts are sour. I HATE what they've become. I mean, I did get ideas for my books from my dreams BUT the stories are morbid.

Look, I can't do this anymore. The only time I sleep well at night is when I sleep with Greg. That's great, but I need to be able to sleep when I'm alone. I can't take the things that I see. I almost ALWAYS see things that I don't want to. It's cruel. I've gone to doctor for this. I feel slightly crazy. But I kow I'm not. I also feel alone because no one understands. How do you explain to people that you don't sleep because you are afraid of what you may see? Ahh but I digress.

I'm sure I'll get through this. I always do. I refuse to be held hostage by my dreams for a moment longer.

Love (still),

Tav