Ever woken up feeling that unsettling sense of dread, the kind that sticks to you like the humid air before a storm? You know, the one where your dream felt
I remember a time, not so long ago, when a particularly vivid dream left me with a metallic taste in my mouth and a knot of anxiety in my stomach.
Ever found yourself standing there, feet on an escalator, only for it to grind to a halt? That sudden jolt, the momentary suspension – I know that feeling all too
I remember a period in my life, maybe a decade ago, where every time I closed my eyes, it felt like I was facing a spiritual roadblock. I’d frequently dream
You know that feeling, don’t you? The one where you’re putting in all the effort, but it feels like you’re actually moving backwards. I’ve been there, staring at an unread
I remember it like it was yesterday, the sheer panic in my chest, the acrid smell of smoke clinging to the dreamscape. It wasn’t a real fire, no, but the
I remember standing there, mouth open, desperately trying to call out, but nothing came. Just a dry, rasping whisper that dissolved into the air like smoke. That feeling of absolute
That gut-wrenching feeling? The one where you’re desperately trying to get somewhere, your legs churning, but you’re just not moving fast enough? You know the one. For years, these ‘running
That gut-wrenching feeling. You know the one. The bus pulls away, tail lights disappearing into the drizzle, and you’re left standing there, just a moment too late. It’s a scene
I remember that sinking feeling, a cold knot in my stomach, the immediate rush of panic that washes over you when your hand reaches for your pocket or your bag,
