You'll always have nightmares but they seem to get rarer as you grow up.
I used to have a recurring nightmare that lighterally left me shaking and in tears. It was unbelievably realistic to the point where everything in the dream would be happening as it was in reality. Literally: in one version, I was in my room in uni, could see the light in the corridor under the door and hear the morons I lived with playing corridor hockey. The nightmare happens (I feel an evil presence in the dark creeping towards me but I'm paralized and can't scream no matter how hard I try followed by two or three repeats after false awakenings) and I woke up to hear the morons continue the conversation and game of hockey they were having in my nightmare. And this updated itself to fit the room and situation I was sleeping in. Yep, my brain hates me.
And then last summer, the dream started again and I just went "wait a minute... I'm not falling for this one again." and that was it. I woke up and I knew I'd never have that dream again. It tried to sneak up on me again once but I recognized it under its new guise and gave it the finger
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