It’s the first dream I had that I remember… I don’t know how old I was when they began. However, the nightmare lasted for years…

I would walk down a darkened, dimly lit hallway, and there’s a turn to the left and a turn to the right and then a curtain and then a door and more turns…

The panic starts when I try to find my way back or out…

Sometimes, I make it to a field where there’s a little boy on a swing. He asks me to join him, and I can’t get closer than where I am.

At the outside edges of the boy on the swing, a spiraling trail of smoke similar to what comes from a jet or airplane begins to appear and spirals into smaller and smaller arcs until the boy on the swing disappears…

I stopped having this dream when I moved to the farm with Mom.