I got up from the bed and scratched my head. I’m sweaty and breathless as I’m having those episodes of nightmare again.

My nightmare now was strange compared to the previous nights. I haven’t woken up in the middle of the night for a few days. I usually wake up in the morning, and all I remember is the dream.

I thought about my dream. The same girl in every dream is calling my name. She’s asking for my help while a big man is dragging her out of the dented car. I tried to reach for her to help, but I couldn’t move my whole body, which was stuck...