For as long as I can remember I have had nightmares.
Ones were you wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
Paralyzing dreams were I couldnt even move. I realize that I am awake a grown adult with nothing to fear yet I cant even move.
I never really had the same dream, and these are dreams becuase I do have memories that I thought were dreams but I know that now they were not. But these are dreams never really about the same thing, but always and I mean always, running from something or someone.
I never could escape them, they were always right behind me just about to get me.
My hands sweat just thinking about them now.
I dont really know what they mean, I do know that since I have confronted my abuser and come to understand that I am abused that those dreams have ceased.
Maybe thats what I was running from.