Dreams
So . . . Ninety percent of the dreams that I remember entail me, 3 to 4 people I care for immensely(never anyone I actually know), and a situation I know that there's no way in hell any of us will ever live through. The dreams are always epic voyages, where every moment is crucial, and we will all surely perish with a single missed step. The struggle is always an immense one, with the entourage staying a split-second ahead of peril, until one crucial moment. It always comes down to me versus a virtual army, 8 or 9 adverseries to take on on my own. All but one always drops immediately to whatever means of attack I have, but the last is indellibly impenetrable. Regardless of circumstance, that last hurdle to safety and redemption for myself and mine is never possible to jump.
I can't figure out where these damn things come from.
I can't figure out where these damn things come from.