After a sleep plagued by one of the worst nightmares I have had in a long time, I am reminded of two reoccurring dreams from my childhood. I had both these dreams on a nightly basis for years and they still influence my emotions and some of my deepest fears. The first deals with my Mom and the second a big ass dog.
The first dream was always short and there was never any audible dialog. My Mom would be talking to me, I would scream at her and she would turn and start running away. I would start crying and try to follow her down an endless flight of stairs, never quite catching up, but I was always able to see her legs and feet. Some night this would go on for flight after flight after flight, (of stairs). Thankfully, some nights it was over quickly.
The second dream always started off normal. I would be leaving my school with my best friend Christopher. When we got to the back alley behind my friend’s home off of Hawthorne, I would start to sense a darkness following us. The fear would begin to creep in so I would always start to run. In the dream I only look back once, just to see. Every time there was a shadow bearing down on me and Christopher was gone. I would jump into a wooden box at my friend’s house that was used to store garbage cans and close the lid. As the darkness went passed I would wait a few moments and then open the lid just to peak. A giant dog would jump in mouth wide open and just before the teeth took hold of my head I would wake up. This dream never changed and I was never able to wake up before the dream ended.
There are many more dreams from my childhood that I remember and maybe one day I will go back and write about those as well. For now, feel free to psychoanalyze me.
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