When i was a young kid i had a reacouring dream wnere i was sometimes with other children whos faces i couldnt see, sometimes alone, always ending up in a doorway in a dark wood hallway where to my right was a painted red door, familiar but not. sometimes i walked to the door but never turned the brass nob. Scary feeling, pressing like i couldnt breath or think to much or i would be . . . found? Used to sleep walk as kid, now i scream - sometimes- in my sleep. I know i was abused but dont remember all of it.