Dreams: It began by the sea as it usually does

It began by the sea as it usually does. This time there was no tidal wave but a crashing eternity of raging white horses. The water was warm. I walked in until it was up to my waist and then let myself fall back into it and under.

Dreams of the quiet girls. Creative dream record by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Dreams: The quiet girls

I was invisible to the almost-identical blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls going about their day in near silence, with the softest of steps. The only sound in any of the rooms came from delicate whispers in a language I did not speak.

Dreams of seven houses. Creative dream record by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Dreams: Of seven houses

I try to lock all the doors but they won’t stay locked. I hear a window breaking. There is blood on my hands. I think, “Never go upstairs.”

And then I cut her fingers off. Creative dream record by Tanya Simone Simpson.

Dreams: And then I cut her fingers off

Next, it was night and I was older, standing outside my house in the pouring rain, crying, as a young man stood in front of me covered in blood and wearing ripped clothes. I could hear sirens...