came the night after my 20th birthday. My birthday is February 20th, 2/20, for those who might be numerically inclined. Not that I'm saying numbers had anything to do with it, but maybe they did, and that night I had the first dream.
In the dream my two girlfriends and I were in Mexico. We were lying on our beds and laughing and talking until one by one we slowly nodded away. Right before I fell asleep, I remembered we had forgotten to lock the doors.
Then it was too late and the room was changing into my childhood bedroom. My parents were sleeping down the hall. The windowshade was up and along with the moonlight something evil entered the room, sweeping across the pane and into my body.
I tried to move, to shake it off, but I was paralyzed. I tried to scream out for help, but my tongue curled back in my throat, choking me. I was convulsing now, involuntarily, and worst of all, I was thinking.
"I'm having a seizure," I thought, which meant I was no longer dreaming.
And I was certain at that moment that I was going to die.
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