I don't sleep well...

Sleep was my one place to escape. Not lately. It comes and it goes. Full force the last 3 nights. I see his face first. Then I hear him screaming. I wake up in sweats. I don't want to listen any more...please don't make me listen any more. "Don't go for the door you fucking cunt and don't look at the dogs to try and save you because I will kill you all and then myself." People tell me to get over it. What? My dreams?