Dream Marks On My Pillow

It always starts in the same place, I am on a crooked and broken roller coaster in the dark. I am sitting at the tallest peak of the roller coaster and I am by myself. The roller coaster then starts to go downward, at what feels like a hundred miles an hour. I can’t see what’s happening, but I can feel the gravity pulling me downward fast. The fear I feel is awful, and painful. I am afraid that I am going to fall, or run right off the tracks. The ride continues, never ending. I hear a loud voice echo above me, “stop being such a child, it’s not that bad.” It is the voice of my stepfather, telling me in his way not to be scared. I can’t help but to be terrified though. The coaster leans into a curve and the wooden tracks splinter and fall steadily apart. I am left falling, to where I am unsure. I don’t hit the ground and I don’t wake up, instead I land on my feet slowly. I look around, and realize that I am trapped in what looks like a giant black tarped box. Nothing but abandoned concession stands, and a wobbly roller coaster surrounding me. I notice a small gleaming light, it is at the very top of the box, a rip in the tarp. The only way up is the same roller coaster that scares me so much. I want to leave though, and that seems to be the only way out. I run around like a crazy person and end up on the roller coaster again, never being able to escape, the same words echoing around me. I wake up, and reality fades in slowly.