At one time I dated this girl that use to make fun of me whenever I said I was positive about anything.  She used to say it was not good to be positive because something could always change.  I found out that she was right.

            Breathing frantically and with sweat pouring down my face, nothing around me seemed familiar.  Splitting myself constantly, it was becoming more difficult to figure out which me was where.  Confusion was setting into my unconscious mind at night when while sleeping.  Between that and all the half real dreams in strange places, it seemed like I was never in the same place twice. 

            Baal had been in my dream this time, or nightmare, trying to come through the glass as he had done just a few hours before.  Not wearing a