Chapter 3: haunting dreams

The next day my dad came and got me. It was almost July and I would soon be six. After leaving Reva’s my nightmares returned tenfold, but because I could feel them and the world around I was able to change my dreams lay out, the plains as they are called. I could move the plains altering them to block him and his demons from me, but they were worse and tore through them and at me. I was able to fight now using my energy against theirs. I still couldn’t keep them off and often I would and often I would even be killed. The pain of death was horrible. A scorching heat in my wounds and taking my breath. My head feeling like it was being burnt and crushed, yet there was a cold emptiness… I would only die to be reborn to this hell again and again. I often was reborn as someone other than myself.
He would at times fight me fairly one on in, but he shape shifts after a while. He could become anyone or anything. At one time he became a golden dragon lashing me and tearing down the building I stood in. I had felt him change and was able to mimic it. I grew into a blue dragon and took flight we clashed into each other ripping at each other with claws and teeth. He bit into my soft belly. I roared and the already cloudy sky let out a down pour of rain. I fell to a balcony below returning to human form weeping and unable to move.
The pain was unbearable. He swept down landing on his feet in human form, and he takes me on the cold stone floor. Constantly reminding me that I was his and I should give in and end my suffering. I tried to move and fight him off of me only to fall unconscious from my pain. I later reawake with in my dream chained to a Greek style half couch…. I can speak no more of this dream for even now it tears at my soullessness.