Once when I was a little kid, I had a bad dream. I called for my dad, I said daddy, daddy come here please. I told him I had a bad dream. He sat down on my bed and said I have the perfect solution. He told me, when I close my eyes and the monsters come into my dreams spray them with a magical spray. He said, it gets rid of monsters instantly. If they don’t go away he said, I can always call him. I never had to though, I used the magical spray he talked about when monsters came around. When I became older though and I had demons haunting my head, the spray didn’t work. I didn’t feel like I could talk to my dad. I was lost and things were getting worse. I stopped calling him, I cried and fought my bad dreams alone when I got older. Where did you go dad?