Everyone is afraid of something. This simple truth makes up who we are as humans; a simple law of humanity. We hold this thought to be true to "evil" teachers, bullies, and perhaps even your slightly demented boss. While they mock our fears and faults we grasp tightly to this idea that these people who torment us, have something that torments them too.

Now what this fear is, or the reason behind it, well, it's only known to the person who has the fear. Spiders. Bugs. Heights. I myself am afraid of water, I almost drowned at a young age.
We all have our reasons for these fears; that being said, I'll move on.

As I've grown older, my fears have changed to an extent. I've developed new ones; most of them in the last three months actually. I'm honestly afraid of being left alone; I'm afraid to sleep at night.

Once long ago, I loved to dream. I would dream in all my favourite colours, and of all my favourite things. I frequently met with a friend in dreamland. The realm of sleep in which you remember everything. Simply a state of being in my mind? Perhaps, although, perhaps not.

I haven't traveled to dreamland in quite some time. Everytime I venture back to the entrance in my mind I find it blocked by some unknown force, deep within my subconscious. This force is not only freighting, but painful. What I now dream of is my new fear; for he leaves when I dream.