Monday, September 21, 2015

I was scared...

I was scared I was going to die at the hands of something I was handling.

I was dreaming, only asleep about an hour. In the dream I was handed something that did not seem so scary at first, but was then told that they were dangerous. It was as if they'd explode. 

I LITERALLY took off running. Out of bed, down the steps, into the kitchen. I was at least half asleep, terrified, and don't know where I was going. I just had to get away. Thankfully I was wearing something, and did not run outside.

My heart was pounding. I couldn't catch my breath. I woke my friend up. He asked what happened. It was hard to explain. Everything was OK, at least kinda.

Hard to wake up and be clear about "reality." 

What a metaphor. What a "reality."

Not sure about going to sleep now. Thank goodness I did not hurt myself. 

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