Everyone has nightmares.
They come, from time to time- the vivid memories, the twisted imagination, even the threats that come on a day to day basis. There is no such thing as immunity to these twisted images, whether they come in the form of something so simple as a fear of being late or the plague of haunting images caused by an event as horrific as war. Bad dreams, to put it simply, are a part of living- because, as we all know, everyone has nightmares.
Though we can't often predict the time and place they may occur, in either the location of the sleeping victim or the dark landscape of the subconscious, we can know that each sentient being shall have at least one strangely frightening illusion during his slumber at some point during his life. That one dream may be the end of it for some, and for others they may continue on night after night, and for fewer still they even carry through the day.
For example, a father may dream of his children getting hit by some large object- perhaps a metal one, with four wheels, an engine and a careless operator who decided to leave the bar drunk. Perhaps that drunken man relives the memories of an abusive childhood, which would certainly would explain his alcoholic habits. Maybe the mother that beat her son is now, at this very moment, turning in her bed, strangling herself with the sheets as she fights of some invisible representation of her own insanity.
I am not, however here to tell you of each and every nightmare that has ruled the sentient mind throughout history. Rather, you shall know of the long, seemingly endless nightmare that a pair of brothers shared. Perhaps then, the opening sentence of this tale should be changed.
The twins shared their nightmares.
AN: Excuse me for the fact I need to return to the land of Authors- I haven't written in months. Either way, have a chapter introduction. Chapter itself will be up at some point.