Bad dreams

Yesterday morning I woke from a horrible nightmare. It’s hard to recall now and I wish I had of written about it earlier. From what I recall, the dream was set at my uncles house and there were all these dark evil gothics who were trying to get in to attend a party. They were going to kill me. I remember bags of rubbish outside the house and trying to barricade myself in. I remember calling out to God and in the dream I knew he was going to help, even though it didn’t feel like it. This was unusual as I have rarely been able to “take positive action” in my dreams. I remember waking up in parts, so scared, and full of fear based terror, I genuinely thought I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed that day. I had set a run date with a friend and I knew I couldn’t cancel but I also couldn’t imagine moving. Thankfully I found myself getting out of bed and I met her at 7am and we ran and the feelings of dissociation and terror passed. By the time I got to work I had forgotten all about it and was in a better state. Praise God I have work and running.

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