. My nightmares. . - I have been the mother being assaulted in front of her child. . - The child discovered, hiding terrified in the closet. . - The attacker, with a gun, is placed in my mouth, and the trigger is pulled . I've been shot, stabbed, sliced, hit the ground from a great height. . I've been in loads of heads, both innocent and evil as they die. . I know for a fact that you can die in your dreams and not die in real life! I've died a hundred different ways in thousands of dreams. . I vividly felt terror, pain, and tasted blood. And then have to negotiate the first two hours that morning, remembering that they are 'only dreams'. . I tried being religious. To pray whatever the hell this crap is away. And in similar dreams, more than once, god said "no". So after decades of this, how am I supposed to somehow not hate god's sadistic arse! . They started before puberty. Way back then, I fancied becoming a Catholic priest. I did nothing to deserv...