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Memories or Mysterious Dreaming
During my childhood, I had dreams every night. Although, they weren't necessarily different types of dreams at all. As a child, I found it strange to have the same dream over and over again, or repeatedly. What makes it even weirder is that they were scary, compared to how old I was. Mysterious would be a better description.
My mysterious dreams always consisted of four characters. Which Included: my mother, father, a monster, and me. This has to sound it least a little crazy already, right? To make it even crazier, each dream would include a different letter. The letter would always stand just as tall as the monster.
The dream would start with me walking, lost and having trouble finding my parents. I would always ask the monster where they were and he would always give me the wrong directions, thinking maybe once he would tell me the truth. That never did happen, though. The letter would always be found just right in front of the monster. That's exactly how I found the monster each time I walked into this dream.
I have always thought that this dream happened repeatedly because I was never able to find my parents. Going into the dream, always thinking maybe I would find them and then maybe this dream wouldn't keep repeating itself. One night it changed and I didn't dream of anything. Shocked, but still happy because I would no longer be scared that I was lost and away from my parents.
Today, I don't dream that much at night any more. It's different, but better than having the same repeated dream over again and again. Even when dreams do happen they are always different. Nothing about monsters and being lost. I guess it sacred me as a kid, because I would wake up sometimes and think it was real.

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