No matter how old you get the nightmare still horrifies the scream for help is just a whisper the thrashing in hostile arms hopeless but still… there’s a last hard push for recognition and the strangled cry for “Mamma!” that awakens and you turn on the light with heart to bursting and wild eyes searching dark corners and the smell of fear in the room. What does it mean that in your fifth decade you still cry for mamma in the middle of the night? _____________________________ So, yes, I had a terrible nightmare last night. The kind where you don’t want … Continue reading Unsettled