At the time I was terrified.

When I was about eight years old or maybe ten I had a nightmare about my father. It had just been after his back surgery. I remember being at home. My dad was sitting in a chair and he told me "Hey Andrea, can you scratch my leg its really itchy". He has really bad blood circulation in his legs, you are able to see his veins. I tried scratching it but it didn't work. He told me "Get me a knife. Any one of them" so I got him a large carving knife. He grabbed it and began to use it to scratch his leg. At first he barely grazed of the skin. The he began to apply more pressure. Little by little he was tearing the skin off. Once it was peeled right down to the bone that when he was feeling relieved. I remember seeing a pool of blood. Then shot up from my bed being wide awake and having my pillow soaked from the tears that leaked in my sleep. It was the most gruesome dream I had ever had at that age.