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Sometimes I would wonder,
what do I fear more,
the grim reaper,
or yet another,
dreaded night terror.
I was pulled out of a night terror once by my cats.
Had they not pulled me out I would have surly died of a heart attack,
but night terrors are now behind me I'm happy to say,
and I conquered my night terrors the following way.
I wrote on the palm of my hand, "Can You Read This?".. 
.. which may sound crazy, but this is the science;
The mechanism in our brain which allows us to read,
is shut off when we are unconscious and dream temporarily.
Everyone is universally dyslexic when they dream,
because when you are unconscious there is no need to read.
During one of my last night terrors (I was sinking into quicksand),
I remembered to take a look at my hand.
There was something written there, But I Could Not Read It.
I only saw blurry letters all over the place all mixed up,
and at that very moment, just like that,
my night terror had vanished, but one day did come back,
but as it began,
I immediately gave a look at my hand.
That night terror didn't stand a chance,
it was over before it had even gotten started.
That was my last night terror and I wanted to share it foward,
with others who may be struggling with this demon,
as a possible night terror holistic treatment.
This approach may not work for everybody,
but with regards to yours truly,
night terrors are now approaching ancient history.
"Can You Read This?".. I'm tattooing that to my palm permanently. 
Good bye night terrors, wish I could say it was sweet,
but all things, good or bad, come to an end inevitably.

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