Taylor was feeling peaceful for one more night, and she lay in bed in nothing but a tanktop and shorts. She had a relaxed look on her face and she smiled as another dream came upon her. To her, sleep was more important than anything, and dreams were the best part. She was the type of person to remember each dream, and she would even write them into short-stories which she had actually sold to other people. She had diverse dreams, and she loved to be entranced in one for any length of time, and she would always love to stay inside of one for as long as she could. For now, she was deep-sea diving, in one similar to the experience she had about three years ago. She was about twenty feet under, looking down into deep trenches, taking pictures and breathing through her tube. This dream was nice, for she expected many things to happen and, usually, whatever she knew would happen, happened to her. However, this night was about to become a nightmare.