It doesn’t take a genius to decipher some of these dreams. I see them clearly here with no meds.
There’s the dream of a shadow of a man standing in front of my bed.
My earliest childhood memories are good ones from being adopted. I don’t remember my life before then, but when I see my orphanage photos I feel a pain that must be connected to a memory for me to feel it so strongly. I’m close to crying in every photo and I look unhappy. I can tell the kid is upset and I try not to wonder why.
My night terror is this shadow and I’ve been afraid to explore it too much. To what avail? It’s not like someone is going to suddenly pop up and reveal my past to me.
We’ve tried that. It doesn’t take a PHD for me to infer what I see.
I am always running in my dreams.
I normally cannot run fast enough or something causes me not to be able to get away. It will be the most innocuous thing to, like the other night I was suddenly driving on ice and the person chasing me was able to ram his car into me. I’ve even had dreams where I’m having to run backwards for some insane reason and the amount of frustration from those nightmares cannot be explained.
It doesn’t take a genius, but sometimes it takes an idiot to open Pandora’s box.
Do we really want to go down that road Cushman?