Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth.

Ghoulish faces twisted in front of my eyes, I tried to close them but to no prevail. I winced as the temperature began to rise, I could feel the heat escape from my face, I was burning up. An enchanting song was skipping through my ears, the faces distorted to the melodic beat. I could feel my chest heave…the faces were getting closer…the demons… slowly their expressions shifted, from a snarling cheer to an almost mournful concern. I saw one reach out, its paw like hand and open claws approaching my forearm. I turned my face away, my muscles tightened as the soft fur gently glided over my skin.

My arm was left tingling…was I being groped?

Another hand stroked my left cheek, I had no idea why, but looking up into their pleading eyes made mine start to overflow with warm water that streaked down my face. One hand forcefully turned my chin towards a knarred throne. Soon images were swirling around my head, a techno colored world was spinning around my head; blurs were pounding into my head.

I awoke with a scream to find myself in my own cotton sheets that entwined my body; sweat dampened my face as well as my freshly sprung tears. I tore myself from my bed with a straight, my heart still lurching within my chest. I stumbled in the dark and groped for the smooth cool surface of my mirror, to my hesitant relief the face I saw was my own. My soiled blonde hair clung to my forehead; I ran my fingers through the long and tousled mess as I tried to register my breathing.

I glanced at the mirror again just to be safe, and there were blue brilliant eyes starring back at me. I took a step back, but the image quickly faded and I was left with my dull grey blue eyes returning my weary stare.

I had been having these dreams for roughly fifteen years, each night I would go to bed and wake up at around one o'clock each night in a feverish state. The therapy my parents force upon me has done nothing, however the medication proves somewhat useful from time to time. Most people compare it to horse tranquilizer, but once I take a little tablet I collapse into a deep sleep without even making it back to my bed.

I popped the small tablet into my mouth and harshly swallowed, my throat was dry and the even though the edges were round they scraped my throat and made me wheeze.

But before I knew it I was floating in a completely shadowed place…and I knew there were no demon's lurking in the darkness.