Sooooo... QueenDragonBree  requested for me to write about this? Lololol~ Anyway, let's begin my story~

    My story begins when I fell asleep. I then started to dream. But it was no ordinary dream. It was, in fact, a nightmare. A most peculiar nightmare. It was about a garbage truck.

    This said garbage truck always happened to be "chasing" me down a street. A long, empty street that seemed to stretch on for miles. I would run and run and run and the garbage truck was always behind me, driving closer and closer.

    I knew if this garbage truck caught up to me, bad things would happen. So my other option was to run until I woke up. But that never happened. Not once in the 10 years that I've had that nightmare continuously.

    Why? You see, I have exercise-induced asthma, so I can't run for very long, otherwise I'll get an asthma attack. That (unfortunately) seemed to carry on into my nightmare.

    What happened when the garbage truck caught me? It was torture. Literally. I first started having this nightmare when I was about 2 years old, and to this very day, I cannot figure out for the life of me how my two-year old brain came up with the concept of torture.

    I was chained to a table, and stuff happened to me. I can't really find any words to explain it, but let me tell you, it was TORTURE. Even worse? I always woke up with my back hurting really really bad so I couldn't walk for a few minutes.

    I'm glad I stopped having these nightmares almost 2 years ago now.