Imprisonment of the mind
Nov 6 · 9 min read
I never thought much to my sanity. As a child, I had a recurring nightmare of myself walking along slowly and then everything speeds up as if great blobs are flying everywhere. No shapes were left just a black and white version of a bloodied destruction; it would terrify me and awake me suddenly, no longer able to sleep. It persisted for years until one day, the dreams just stopped. They say dreams are your consciousness trying to speak to you…
