Nightmare

 
Around 1 AM, I watched X about the massacres of Alawis in Syria. The Muslim rebels made the prisoners walk on four and bark like dogs. Then I heard dry shots and they were dead. The worst short was a rebel with a big knife, asking three little boys who they wanted to be slaughtered first. The boys, were terrorized, pointed at each other, and waited for death. Before waking up I felt myself in a room with other children and my mother, and many Gilette razors and knives flying around, I was terrorized as I imagined the flying razors cutting cleanly into the muscles. As far as I remember, I never had nightmares. I am changing.