Every night when I go to sleep I am faced by dreams of the past. And every morning when I wake up I am forced to ponder these dreams. Why am I having them now? When will it stop? The past, like a hungry tiger, hunts me through the years. He reminds me of who I am, who I was, and where I am going. My dreams have been filled with blurry images of my life, but the things I see are somewhat twisted. I wonder if other people are being hunted as well.