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The Dream That Wouldn't Let Go

Wouldn't Let Go Dreams

By Kingsley EgekePublished about a month ago 3 min read
The Dream That Wouldn't Let Go
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The Dream That Wouldn't Let Go

It started like any other dream, a familiar scene from my childhood – the old playground near my grandparents' house. The swing set creaked as I pumped my legs back and forth, propelling myself higher and higher, my laughter echoing through the empty park. But then, something shifted. The sky darkened, and a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach.

As I reached the apex of my swing's arc, a strange force seemed to pull me off, sending me hurtling through the air. I braced for impact, but the ground never came. Instead, I found myself falling endlessly, the playground disappearing from sight as I plunged into a vast, endless void.

This was the point where I would usually wake up, my heart racing and my sheets drenched in sweat. But this time, the dream persisted, taking on a new, terrifying form.

I found myself surrounded by darkness, enveloped in a suffocating silence that seemed to press in from all sides. Panic gripped me, and I struggled to breathe, to move, to escape this endless abyss. Just when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, a faint light appeared in the distance, flickering like a candle flame in the darkness.

Without hesitation, I began to move towards it, clawing my way through the inky blackness. As I drew closer, the light grew brighter, revealing a doorway – a way out of this nightmare. With renewed determination, I pushed forward, reaching out to grasp the handle and pull myself through.

But just as my fingers brushed against the cool metal, the dream would end, and I would wake up, gasping for air and drenched in a cold sweat.

This recurring dream haunted me for years, leaving me shaken and disoriented each time I experienced it. It wasn't until a chance conversation with an old friend that the pieces started to fall into place.

She reminded me of a traumatic event from our childhood – a time when we had gotten lost in the woods near our homes. We had wandered for hours, scared and disoriented, until the darkness of night fell upon us. The memory of that endless, suffocating darkness, punctuated only by the faint glow of our flashlights, had been buried deep within my subconscious, manifesting itself in the form of this recurring nightmare.

The dream, it seemed, was my mind's way of processing and working through that traumatic experience – the endless void representing the fear and disorientation we had felt, the flickering light symbolizing the hope and determination that had ultimately led us back to safety.

And the doorway? Perhaps it represented the opportunity for closure, for finally confronting and overcoming that lingering fear that had plagued me for so long.

From that moment on, the dream took on a new significance. Instead of viewing it as a terrifying nightmare, I began to see it as a reminder of my inner strength and resilience – a testament to the fact that even in the darkest of moments, the human spirit can find a way to persevere and emerge victorious.

And whenever the dream returned, instead of recoiling in fear, I would embrace it, using it as a catalyst to confront my past and continue my journey of healing and self-discovery. Trapped in darkness, gasping for air, heart pounding. A distant flickering light offered hope. Crawling towards potential escape, fingers grasping the cold metal doorknob. Jolting awake, drenched in sweat, the recurring childhood trauma dream persisted, urging confrontation of buried fears. Until light flickers, offering escape. Grasping hope, pushing

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  • Stephanie Waller30 days ago

    I really enjoyed reading this story. Great job.

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