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Flavius_Aetius
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Hi, this little realization has happened litterally minutes ago so forgive me if my writing sounds a bit shaken up.
Anyways for a little backstory, I’ve almost never had any dreams of creative value. Anytime I can remember one it is usually very realistic in style; strangely enough usually of me running from something in a building or urban residence of some sort.
Basically in this dream I was in a large manor like house filled with family and friends of family and whatnot; everyone leaves until its just me and one of my mom’s closest friends Jackie. There was some build up to what was too come, but those details aren’t important. What is important is that the climax of the dream was the house being broken in by a crowd of what you’d expect someone of an urban gang to look like. Basically the last 30 seconds were the first intruder going after Jackie with me trying to get them from behind. In doing so I found myself still incapable of stopping him, getting knocked down with my lungs feeling like they’ve run out of steam. From there I woke up, with a sore body and the knowledge of how that senario would end. I cried before coming here to type this.
The reason I put this in Family Life is because the realization that this dream woke me up too is that I’m a failure in protecting the few people I actually care about in this world. I denied it for so long but I feel my body has deteriorated down to the point of uselessness. I always brushed aside my physical health; after all I’m not obese or anything noticable outwardly, but inside I feel like a rotting corpse with muscles aching and my chest seeming to collapse from even the slightest hard labor.
I suppose mostly I needed to vent; I mean I hardly feel alive anymore and my family is one of the last things that matter to me now.
Anyways for a little backstory, I’ve almost never had any dreams of creative value. Anytime I can remember one it is usually very realistic in style; strangely enough usually of me running from something in a building or urban residence of some sort.
Basically in this dream I was in a large manor like house filled with family and friends of family and whatnot; everyone leaves until its just me and one of my mom’s closest friends Jackie. There was some build up to what was too come, but those details aren’t important. What is important is that the climax of the dream was the house being broken in by a crowd of what you’d expect someone of an urban gang to look like. Basically the last 30 seconds were the first intruder going after Jackie with me trying to get them from behind. In doing so I found myself still incapable of stopping him, getting knocked down with my lungs feeling like they’ve run out of steam. From there I woke up, with a sore body and the knowledge of how that senario would end. I cried before coming here to type this.
The reason I put this in Family Life is because the realization that this dream woke me up too is that I’m a failure in protecting the few people I actually care about in this world. I denied it for so long but I feel my body has deteriorated down to the point of uselessness. I always brushed aside my physical health; after all I’m not obese or anything noticable outwardly, but inside I feel like a rotting corpse with muscles aching and my chest seeming to collapse from even the slightest hard labor.
I suppose mostly I needed to vent; I mean I hardly feel alive anymore and my family is one of the last things that matter to me now.
This thread is from 2011!