I used to live with my Grandma in a trailer court, and she slept in the bed I currently sleep in at my house with my parents. She was an alcoholic and a very depressed person. She was currently dating a man, who at the time no one knew was a murderer/rapist. I was around 8 or 9 years old at the time. I was sitting there watching TV in her living room (I believe it was something on MTV, but I remember it was the first time I heard Eminem and started to like him. He was performing 'Stan' with Dido. After I became a Juggalette, Eminem was automatically ERASED from my vocabulary.) and she was in her storage room with her boyfriend, his name was Bob. All of a sudden I hear him start yelling at her and she started screaming. I run into the hallway to look in the doorway of the storage room and I find him standing with her safe open and a rifle pointed at her. She was on her knees in front of him crying and screaming while he was yelling at her. Then I remember him putting the gun down and slamming the door in my face. I went into the kitchen and sat at the table for a minute listening to the ruckus going on in there. Not even 1 minute later, I hear glass shatter, him yelling again, my Grandma still sobbing and she runs to her bedroom and stands again her bedroom door, since it did not have a lock on it, trying to keep him from coming in. They were fighting between the door for a few minutes and finally she gave up and jumped on her (now my) bed and hid under the covers. (she was drunk as usual.) It's hard to believe, but I've grown up around sex my whole life (my Step-Mother is an ex-porn star/stripper). Anyway, Bob busts the door down and slams it. I hear him laughing in her room and her still screaming. I wasn't stupid. He was raping her. About 20 minutes later, the screaming stops and the door opens. He looks at me and grins and tells me not to tell anyone. Not a threat or anything, just stupidity.
He goes back into the storage room and closes the safe. Comes out of the storage room without the gun this time, and locks that door. Then he left. I was terrified to go into my Grandmother's room. I knew what had happened. I didn't hear a gun shot or anything, so I didn't think she was dead, until I walked into her room. (Don't fret, she was just passed out. She was an alcoholic, remember?) I got onto the bed, and it was wet. She was naked. (Don't take this the wrong way but:) I started poking at her, to see if she was still alive. I put my head onto her chest and heard/felt a heartbeat, so that was a relief. I pulled the covers back over her, just in case she woke up. ( I didn't want her to get cold!) So I went back into the living room. I couldn't tell time quite yet either, but it was very dark and all the dumb pointless TV Shows were on, so I was guessing it was around midnight. My Grandma was still laying in her bed, passed out. A couple hours later, my Mom comes to my Grandma's to pick me up. (I stayed with my Grandma a lot b/c her and my Step-Dad were big Party People/Bar Hoppers then.) She asked where my Grandma was and I continued watching TV (ignoring her, because I was scared and didn't know what to say/do.) She walked into my Grandma's room and started yelling at her for passing out and drinking around me (as always). Grandma couldn't remember what happened but she knew something bad happened. She got up and put her clothes on and went to sleep. My Mom watched TV with me for a little bit, then checked on Grandma to make sure she was asleep. She looking in my Grandma's refrigerator and took out all of her alcohol and dumped it down the drain and threw the bottles in the garbage. (THAT WAS A HELL OF A LOT OF ALCOHOL.) Then she got into the freezer and took out my Grandma's WHOLE carton of Cigarettes and threw them in the garbage too. She took the garbage bag out and put it in her truck so she could take it to the city dump so my Grandma wouldn't get a hold of it I guess. Then she took my Grandma's keys and unlocked the storage room. (She wasn't aware that I was following her.) I looked in the doorway and my Mom's jaw just dropped. Then I looked at the floor to find the rifle sitting there, the safe closed, and a broken lamp spread out everywhere. After that, I think my Mom knew what had happened. So she went to my Step-Dad and had a background check/Criminal Record Check ran on Bob. That's when we found out ALLLLL about him. We told Grandma and she broke up with him. A few months later she got back with him. To this day, no one will tell me what happened, but I'm guessing it was something VERY bad because he's been in prison ever since. She passed on back in January of 2002. I'm 18 now. Anyway. So that's basically the history behind my bed... Sorry it was so long. Now I'm looking for answers on how to stop those dreams. Is there any spell I can do on my bed, or like something I can put under my pillow or bed? Someone PLEASE let me know, SOON!
Thanks So Much!
-Nikkole )O(
I was a tad disappointed that no one replied to it. I figured maybe it was too long... 
I'm very happy that you are working on it though!