Dreams Aren't Real

"I died. He held me under, and I died," says a four-year-old girl who has had recurring nightmares about dying. The boy she saw in the mirror was older than her; his eyes looked haunted but they blinked when she blinked. "He makes me want to scream and fight when I'm near him," writes 9th grader Emily Morgan. 'I hate how gray his hair is'