I keep on having this reoccuring dream, for as long as I can remember. I picture myself as about a 12 or 13 year old girl trying to hide under this rocking chair, so that this roaring lion can't eat me. I hide there for as long as I can hold my breath and try not to breathe, for him to hear. I try to peek out, just a little bit, to see if he has gone away yet. But, no, he is still circling the chair, waiting for me to come out. This is always where the dream ends. I am too scared to come out, so I stay underneath the chair until I wake up in the morning.
Amberly McDonald
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