I remember those nights, tossing and turning, a knot of worry tightening in my gut. The world outside felt like a pressure cooker, and inside, my own thoughts were often
You know that feeling, don’t you? That heart-sinking dread when you wake from a dream, a strange chill clinging to you, and the image of walking on something searingly hot
I remember a time, years ago, when the sheer weight of a decision felt like standing at the edge of an abyss. My dreams back then were a chaotic mix
I remember those moments, quite vividly actually, when I had a burning idea, a truly profound thought, but the words just… evaporated. It felt like I was standing in front
I remember a time, not so long ago, when a whispered name in a dream would send shivers down my spine. Was it a divine call? A warning? Or just
I remember standing there, my throat tight, the words caught somewhere between my chest and my lips. It was a recurring nightmare, this feeling of having something vital to say
I remember a period in my life, maybe fifteen years ago now, when I was completely overwhelmed by a recurring dream. It wasn’t raw meat, not exactly, but it was
You know that feeling, right? That nagging sense when a dream just sticks with you, a silent film playing on repeat in your mind long after the morning prayer. It’s
I remember it like it was yesterday: the cool night air through an open window, the soft weight of my old blanket, and then, a voice. Not a loud, startling
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
