Prolauge:
The sound of screams filled the air as the hint of the loud booming sounds of many firetrucks got louder. I Bolted and screamed from the horrifying nightmare that I dreamt. But why were they only sounds in my nightmare,not pictures as if called my father ran into my room and said "what's wrong?" It always seemed that he was first on the scene, then my mother would come five minutes later wondering what all the talking was about. So i replied to my dad "Nothing just that the dreams are back." he whispered something I could barely understand and said "I have to go make a call" and he left. It seems that every time I have a nightmare he runs off and says he has to make a call, but he never does, he just rides off in his motorcycle going somewhere always gone till 2:00 pm the next day.