Fighting the nightmare

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It was around 2 a.m. when my 7-year-old son, Tristan, crawled into bed with me. He was shaking, like he often does in the night. This happens about once every other week, and when I asked him what was scary he said, “A dream. It’s too scary to tell you.” He snuggled up close to me, and I put my arm around him. I hate having him in bed with me. It’s …