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Writing. The grammar probably needs help but yeah...it's readable
The Nightmare
"Natalia wake up, wake up it's just a dream" those words had become all too familiar. Every night the same nightmare, every night the same horror. "It's not a dream Angela, it's real, I swear to you it's real" I'd say to my sister bit how could it be? I'd wake up in my own bed, in my own room, in my own home, yet these nightmares, visions if you will, seemed to to all to real. It was I was a completely different person at night, living a different life. The dream was always a variation of the same terrible event, the brutal death of seemingly innocent people...with me at the blame. Everyone told me it was only a dream, and Angela was concerned, rightly so. I'd been so distant since they started, every moment I was awake I felt the guilt of the killings and saw the flashing of the memories. I only hoped they stop soon.
Part 2
As days went by, it seemed nothing would help me. Angela had come to a point she couldn't help me, which wasn't her fault. I started trying to stay awake, I couldn't dream if I wasn't asleep, but of course I couldn't stay awake forever. I decided to do anything in my power to understand the cause of these visions. Anything at all. The doctor, psychic, psychiatrist, everyone told me they were just dreams, I thought I was going mad. I went to every kind of physiological help I could fine, to no avail. Then..."it" happened....I went to sleep one night, of course having a terrible vision and when I had woken up and turned on the news, I seen it, exactly what happened in my dream. Just as I said, they were real. I researched to find that all my dreams had been actual happenings, some close, some thousands of miles away.
 
Writing. The grammar probably needs help but yeah...it's readable
The Nightmare
"Natalia wake up, wake up it's just a dream" those words had become all too familiar. Every night the same nightmare, every night the same horror. "It's not a dream Angela, it's real, I swear to you it's real" I'd say to my sister bit how could it be? I'd wake up in my own bed, in my own room, in my own home, yet these nightmares, visions if you will, seemed to to all to real. It was I was a completely different person at night, living a different life. The dream was always a variation of the same terrible event, the brutal death of seemingly innocent people...with me at the blame. Everyone told me it was only a dream, and Angela was concerned, rightly so. I'd been so distant since they started, every moment I was awake I felt the guilt of the killings and saw the flashing of the memories. I only hoped they stop soon.
Part 2
As days went by, it seemed nothing would help me. Angela had come to a point she couldn't help me, which wasn't her fault. I started trying to stay awake, I couldn't dream if I wasn't asleep, but of course I couldn't stay awake forever. I decided to do anything in my power to understand the cause of these visions. Anything at all. The doctor, psychic, psychiatrist, everyone told me they were just dreams, I thought I was going mad. I went to every kind of physiological help I could fine, to no avail. Then..."it" happened....I went to sleep one night, of course having a terrible vision and when I had woken up and turned on the news, I seen it, exactly what happened in my dream. Just as I said, they were real. I researched to find that all my dreams had been actual happenings, some close, some thousands of miles away.
These are my first actual stories so yeah...
 

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