I used to have this recurring dream when I was little. A nightmare. A night terror, if you will.
It’s hard for me to remember all the details, but some feel crystal clear: there was always a witch, a tiny flower, and a big cloud or some kind of feeling that was trying to engulf every inch of me. Like all the walls were closing in. Like a huge boot was going to stomp on me.
And right before this feeling would take over, right before the flower was taken or squashed and the witch’s eyes fully pierced my entire being…
I’d wake up crying.
My heart would feel as though it was being crushed or squeezed or everything in between. Sometimes I’d wake up gasping for air.
I was scared but I didn’t know why. Was it the witch or the flower or the thing that was trying to hurt me? Was it about someone else? Was it my subconscious telling my little self something?
All I knew was the more often I would have the dream, the more my consciousness would enter. It was telling me I had a choice.
I could hear myself saying, Wake Up.
But I still kept having that dream.
And I didn’t want to anymore.
Someone told me, or I read somewhere, that if you tell someone about your recurring dream, it will stop.
So I told someone about it.
And it stopped.
And never came back again.
It was that easy.Return to issues