Where does all this blood come from? I don't understand what is happening to me. It was this way last week and the week before that and it has been so ever since. I woke up from a nightmare early this morning. It's always the same terrible nightmare, about a man torturing people to make them answer his questions and he shows no mercy. He breaks their bones, burns them with a glowing iron, cuts deep wounds into their faces and whips them. When the prisoners scream painfully he just laughs, and the worst thing about this nightmare is that this evil and insane man is me. The nightmare always ends when the man is going to drink something hot and steaming, then I suddenly wake up, scared, breathless and with a heart beating like it wants to jump out of my body. But my bed is filled with blood as well as my hands, I really don't understand where it comes from.
   This morning was different but not better, not better at all. It was like the nightmare kept going on even though I was awake. This morning the blood was not only on my hands and in my bed, I felt it running out of my mouth. I could taste it!
   I entered work as always and of course I told noone about the nightmare or the blood. I was pretty sure I couldn't trust anyone in this, specially not when it came to the blood. I became more and more afraid that I had done something evil to someone. Until then I had explained to myself that it was my own blood and I accidently bit myself while I slept, but there was simply too much blood for such an accident. The more I thought about it the more it became clear to me that there were only two possibilities left; either I was insane, or that I had hurt someone. As the day ran out I became more and more afraid to know the truth. I wouldn't know it, but I had to. It couldn't be insanity, could it? I mean, I could see the blood, I could feel it, smell it, taste it! How could that ever be anything else than real? And this nightmare, what did it mean? Why did I keep on having the same nightmare?
   That night I wouldn't sleep, I was scared and did whatever I could to stay awake. I would like to call a friend, but then again I couldn't ask anyone to be with me because I was afraid to hurt them. No, I had to go through the night alone… again. I fought against the sleep, the nightmare, the screams and the blood, but as any other man, I lost.
   I fell into the deep sleep I knew so well and the nightmare started over again. I totured the prisoners again and again, it seemed it had no end. I cut deep wounds in the men while I kept on asking the same question; "Who is he? Tell me who he is!". I whipped them, I burnt them, I broke their bones, I ripped out their eyes, no mercy. Their screams made me feel good and I liked my job. I liked to force the prisoners. I loved the power.
   I got thirsty, I got really thirsty, as I did everytime I had this nightmare, and I sat down to drink. A bloody naked girl brought me my drink, she smiled but the smile didn't reach her eyes, it couldn't, she had no eyes. She gave me the cup with the hot steaming drink and now I was supposed to wake up, but I didn't. I raised the cup to my lips. The drink was thick and red like blood. It was blood.
   Finally I woke up, just to see the nightmare keep going on in my bedroom. The blood was in my mouth, everywhere in my bed and all over my hands. And there in front of me she stood, the girl was right there. My bedroom was filled with prisoners, screaming, bleeding and dieing. How could they be here? I knew what I had done, I knew they were real, they had to be. I could hear them, see them, smell them, they were there!
   I ran and I spat to get the blood out of my mouth. I ran more than ever, ran away from the screams and the smell. I ran away from the girl's empty smile. I couldn't see anything but my bedroom, my bloody and hated bedroom. I couldn't feel anything but fear while the pictures took place around me. The prisoners and the girl ran beside me, they screamed at me, told me I was the reason for their death, I was their nightmare and I was the one they had always ran away from. Now they came to get me, to get their revenge. The girl became my old friend and she told me I was the one who made her commit suicide. And then they all turned into wild animals with thirsty looks in their eyes. The animals howling made my heart stop and I fell. The animals disappeared and I just saw two heavy lights shining into my eyes and the noise was like thunder to my ears. Then, nothing.

"…says that a young man died in a traffic accident early this morning. Noone knows why he is in his pyjamas or what he did at the motorway. His family and his friends says he seemed to be stressed the last 3 weeks of his life and his apartment looked like he had left it in a rush. In the northern England a woman…"