“Me too,” I thought, years ago, staring blankly at the ceiling after a particularly vivid dream. I’d woken up with that unsettling feeling, a strange mix of awe and bewilderment,
I remember a time, not so long ago, when dreams felt like nothing more than random flickers of the subconscious, meaningless noise in the quiet hours. You know that feeling,
I remember a night, years ago, waking up in a cold sweat. It wasn’t a nightmare of monsters or falling, but something far more unsettling: the sensation of a foreign
There have been so many mornings where I’ve woken up with a dream clinging to me, a peculiar echo in my mind, leaving me wondering what on earth it all
I remember the first time I dreamed I was in a full-blown argument with my mother-in-law. The sweat, the sudden jolt awake, the lingering feeling of dread… yeah, I’ve been
I remember a season in my life when every night felt like a journey through a warped looking-glass, especially when it came to family. You know that unsettling jolt? The
I remember one time, not too long ago, I walked into my living room after a particularly rough week. The kind of week where everything just felt *off*. My coffee,
I remember a time, not so long ago, when I’d dismiss a fleeting dream as just that—a fleeting moment of the subconscious. Sleep would lift, the morning sun would hit
I remember the first time a dream truly stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t a nightmare, nor was it particularly joyous. It was just… perplexing. A solitary frog, not
I remember the first time a dream startled me awake, not with fear, but with an odd sense of… intrusion. It was a vivid image, clear as day, of something
