This was a repeating dream that I had over the course of several days. The memories of it are a bit foggy so I’ll recount as best as I can:
As best as I can remember, the dream always started off with me in a very panicked state. I was young, 7 or 8 again, running around, ducking through doors and windows, hiding under containers and running as fast as I can. (more…)
This is far and away the most vivid dream I had through this emotional breakdown I had. I was feeling utterly exhausted during the afternoon a few days after my complete implosion and decided to lie down to take a nap. The dream was as follows:
I was about 7 or 8 years old again. I was standing in an airport. I didn’t immediately know that I was standing in an airport, but that was the overall feeling I got in my head was that I was in an airport. (more…)