[ WP ] Write a story of a person whose dreams continue a single story each night .

Some nights I'm aware of the void between my dreams and reality. In those few moments, which is most likely only a split second, I feel like I've been submerged for an unending amount of time. When it finally feels like I'm surfacing, my eyes open. 
 
 It's always the same. I spend a couple minutes blinking away the blurry vision and take in my surroundings. Most times I'm outside in a yard, on a bench. There is a nice old man who turns and smiles. I see him often, but we never actually say anything. I walk around the grass for a while, exploring the same scenery I've been seeing for I ca n't remember how long. I spend time laying in the sun, relaxing. I wander around the garden, running my hands down the English ivy that covers some old brick wall. Once I've had enough, I return to the bench. The old man is always there, smiling. I decide to take a nap, that's when I wake up and start my day. These are the good dreams. 
 
 The bad dreams are the ones that make me wish I could dream about any other possible thing. Hell, I'd take different nightmares than the one that never seems to end. It's always the same nightmare, with vary little variance. I wake up in my bed, but am paralyzed. I've read that it's called sleep paralysis and it's a bitch. Basically, your mind traps you and creates all sorts of monsters that freak you out to the core. For me, it's always the same monster. The Ghost. Yes, it sounds silly in name, but it is no joke. I will wake up paralyzed, the Ghost hovering over me. It is so white that I can never quite make out of the it's features. It will sit on top of me, further restraining me, whispering to me not to resist. The dream always ends with a sharp pain in my depths of my brain. Sometimes, I will resist right when I `` awake'' in the dream. The Ghost will whisper to me and I will feel the pain right away. Other times, I'll wait, lying in the bed unable to move, hoping the usual does n't happen. It always does, it never fails. 
 
 The worst part about this dreamscape hell I go to every night is that on occasion my family will be there. I'll see them through my window, staring at me. My mother is crying and my father is stoic. My brother will enter the room and tell me nice stories that calm me down. Stories about the things we used to do together when we were kids. He tells me it will all be ok. This is usually the point where I ask him what's wrong to begin with. Why do I always have these dreams? The good ones are nice, yes, but why always here? That's when the pain hits. 
 
 I wake up in my bed, relieved. Even though the dream happens ever night, I'm always relieved. I go about my daily routine; get up, shower, get dressed for work, go to work, come home and relax. Tomorrow will be a new, different day. I cling to that.
