It was not just my nightmare slumber which began to effect me. I also began being plagued by waking dreams which I could not control. I’m not sure exactly when these started for me. My guess would be sometime in third grade. It was typically in the morning. I would have a hard time getting out of bed and getting ready for school in the mornings. I would have these thoughts running through my head that I could not control. The ones I remember most are when men would break into the house and come in to the house to hurt me. I couldn’t stop these thoughts. I didn’t know what to do about them. They would definitely scare me when I did get up and start my day. I would usually be so exhausted in school I could barely speak. I would be afraid the entire day and go to bed being fearful. It was hard on me. It never occurred to me to tell anyone. It was something I had to deal with in my life. It was added to everything else I had to deal with in my young life. It wouldn’t be every day. Maybe once or twice a week. It became part of my routine. I had a lot of fear in my life and this added weight. I didn’t trust anyone enough to tell anyone anything in my life. It was also learned from my mother to keep my mouth shut about things that were not pretty. I learned very well to keep my mouth shut and observe. It would be years before I could really learn to talk to a person in a one on one conversation. My waking dreams was not something I talked about to anyone for many years.