My biggest problem is terrible dreams. I have dreams that push the limits of my fear to the breaking point. There are a few that reoccur, they are never the same but most are similar. I'll give a few examples. Demon dreams: One dream deals with me walking through my house like any other day but then the proportions of the house all change. The walls twist and I loose my balance and usually someone has to wake me up to stop the screaming, or moaning, because it's hard for me to form sounds or to speak at all when I'm that terrified. I consider the dreams that deal with me trying to form words in order to alert someone to come and save me as the same. They all came from dreams where I encounter a demon, demons, the undead etc. I have encountered many different looking demons and they are all really fucking scary and trying to kill me. They employ different tactics to scare me like the proportion thing or blood or tenticles or whatever. Violent dreams: I have been plagued with violent dreams for the past six years or so. All kinds of violence perpetrated against all kinds of people in all age groups (including family members). When I first started getting them I would write it off as a crazy dream but after six years of murder and death I think there might be more to it. It's hard for me to tell the difference between what is real and what isn't nowadays. It got to the point where I was sleepwalking, or so I'm told. My old room mate told me I came at him with a hammer and tried to hit him. I have no recollection of this but he has no reason to lie so I quit my job and got the hell out of town in an attempt to escape. It sucks waking up and wondering if I hurt anyone. Rape dreams: The rape dreams go hand and hand with the violent dreams. Long story short, I kill people who rape me. I have a bit of a psych record and spent some time locked up in a real asylum but that was for depression and self destructive behavior when I was 12-15. I spent a lot of my developing life locked up and heavily medicated. I have 2 friends and have never had a girlfriend. It may be hard for you to understand what it has been like and what kinds of coping mechanisms I have employed to deal with this. The first and most important coping mechanism I developed was the lack of compassion for a persons pain. I fell very little for other people, say when someone breaks their leg and the bone is sticking out, or a car accident or the death of someone I know-these things don't bother anymore and I think they should. I'd like to point out that I'm not a psycho. I don't enjoy hurting people and I'm not a killer. I don't know where these ideas come from or why I have these dreams. But they seem to be getting worse and if not worse than they are not going away.