Lately I’ve been having very interesting dreams. I can probably safely blame them on the stress from all of the tests and projects due to the end-of-the-semester once again.

However, all of my dreams start out the same: something stupid.

Last night I was dreaming about my mother yelling at me because I was drinking spoiled milk. But it wasn’t spoiled - and anyways the whole thing was ridiculous because I was using the milk to make a plaster-of-paris model of Matt Damon.

Then the dream changed.

I was standing in an alleyway, and there’s always two or more people arguing. This time it was two.

This dream though, there was a little boy who was standing sort of behind me. We stand staring at the couple for a few moments, and then the boy comes up to me.

“They will meet in a place where there is no darkness,” The little boy says. “You know them.”

“No, I don’t,” I tell him, not quite understanding his first statement. I kneel down to his level. “Do you?”

“No, YOU know them - YOU will meet them in a place where there is no darkness,” The boy says, more persistently.

I get up and walk closer. The couple still doesn’t see me. The little boy is behind me now, watching the three of us.

“It’s not fair!” I’m close enough now to hear the conversation properly. The man is obscured by the woman he is standing behind. I can’t see his face, but his voice sounds upset.

“It’s. Not. Fair!” He yells again. I walk around a bit and notice that the man is short and very balding, little tufts of hair on each side of his head. The gray-haired woman just shakes her head, her puffy gray hair moving with her head.

“They will meet in the place where there is no darkness,” The boy says again, behind me. I look back.

Some time and conversation that I don’t remember, just the boy repeating “You know them” a few times.

Then, the man notices me.

“Who are you?” He asks, not looking at me, but at the little boy.

“You know this boy?” I ask, looking around. The boy is now standing right beside me.

The man ignores me and just stares, wide-eyed at the boy.

After a second, he seems to snap.

“YOU DON’T KNOW ME!” He bellows, lunging. I quickly pull myself and the boy out of the man’s reach, his voice ringing in my ears.

What the hell is going on here?

“You know them!” The little boy shrieks, pulling at my arm.

The balding man comes lunging out of nowhere and I’m taken off guard. I fall, and jump myself awake.

This is why I don’t tell anyone but the Internet my dreams.

I’ve had the same stupid dream almost every night now for about the past week.

It’s annoying.

I can now recall it in almost perfect detail -

It always starts out that I’m walking away from my apartment building and towards the train tracks (I always have to cross a set of train tracks on foot in order to get to the quad). I get to them, and I hear someone yelling a person’s name.

“Lilly!” An African American woman runs up to me.

“Please…have you seen - my daughter she is about this tall,” The woman says, holding up a shaking hand to about her midriff.

“No…I’m sorry-” I start, but the woman cuts me off and yells for her daughter again.

“Lilly! Stop this right now come out! LILLY!” The woman’s shaking voice echoes across the tracks as she runs along them a ways.

Suddenly, I hear the familiar dinging sound of the gates closing down the road.

“A train is coming!” I yell to the woman, who is almost at the next intersection where the tracks cross. The gates start coming down on the intersection that I am standing at. I go around them and look down the tracks.

There sits a little girl, playing with something on the tracks. Her mother must have passed her in panic.

“Hey!” I yell to the girl. But she is singing to herself, and cannot hear me. She is also for some reason, unable to hear the train. I hear the trains horn now, sounding very close.

“Lilly!” I yell. I see the mother in the front lawn of a person’s property, looking in the bushes for her daughter. I try and wave to her, but she cannot see me. I start running down the tracks, towards Lilly and the mother.

I see the train, charging ahead. It’s horn blasting. I’m so close to the little girl now; I can see that she is putting pennies on the tracks.

“Mommy, the pennies will be flat!” The little girl exclaims. The mother looks up from the bushes in panic, and sees her daughter.

“Lilly get away from there!” The mother yells, running towards the tracks.

We are both so close to Lilly, but she doesn’t see the train looming right behind her. I see the mother’s horrified face in the background at what she is about to witness. My arms are outstretched, I can feel the pressure of the wind that the train is creating as I reach for the little girl…

And then I wake up.

Always the same, stupid dream. I had it just now, when I was taking a nap. And once I go to sleep tonight, I’ll probably dream that again.

Is there any medication for a dreamless sleep?