That night there was a mess of nightmares and dreams. Dancing, walking! Twisting and turning is the only thing that was changing things. Stairs and glass orbs; and the face of the man that almost stole my heart and my brother. Then things broke. I was falling into a pit of darkness and awoke in a cold sweat. I looked at my watch because it was still dark out. 2:55 A.M. read my digital watch. I got up and walked to the bathroom. Staring in the mirror of the bathroom, I could of sworn I saw "HIS" face. I blinked and looked again, "his" image was gone. My heart beating faster every second. I got a cold wet cloth and wiped away the sweat on my forehead and face. Before going back to bed, I took a third look in the mirror for safety reasons. Good. He wasn't there. What scared me when I saw him was that I felt a comfort and pain in my heart at the sight of him. Back in my bed, I finally went to sleep. No dreams of any sort. Neither Nightmares.