I wake up with a start. “Not that nightmare again…” I say with a groan. It’s been happening ever since the comet. In the dream I’m walking around a graveyard with a eerie humming. Then I feel like I’m being pulled backwards and am suddenly standing in a feld of hay. One red tree stands yander. I walk towards it and I hear a scream from my mom. She’s a only mother, and I have no siblings. I’ve seen 5 therapists over that dream. One said I need to journal more, or I don’t have enough water before bed. But there all wrong. I can feel it.