In a world where dreams and nightmares are monitored by the government, nothing seems sacred anymore. Each year, thousands of sixteen year olds are forced to face the worst of their recurring dreams. If they survive, they are promoted to adult status. Once you’re an adult you get to get a job, get married and only have your dreams monitored on a rotation schedule. This year, I face my nightmares. I’m not sure what’s scarier, the thought of my nightmares becoming real or that I might not survive.