I remember the dream vividly, even now. The feeling of being completely engulfed, not by darkness, but by something vast and living. It was terrifying, the air thick and heavy,
I remember looking at the chipped paint on my old bedroom window, a small hairline crack extending from the corner, and thinking, ‘I’ll fix that later.’ Famous last words, right?
I remember a night, years ago, when I woke up with a knot in my stomach. The dream was vivid: a road, stretching endlessly before me, not straight and purposeful
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
I remember it like yesterday, that specific jolt you get when you dream of finding money. Not just a coin or two, but wads of cash, perhaps even a forgotten
I remember a time, not so long ago, when my spiritual path felt less like a gentle stroll and more like trying to scale a sheer rock face in a
You know that feeling, right? That sudden jolt awake, heart pounding, from a dream that felt way too real? I’ve been there more times than I can count. I remember
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
You know that feeling, right? That pit in your stomach, that nagging whisper in the back of your mind telling you to slow down, to think, to maybe, just maybe,
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
