I was trapped. Always in some sort of fortress, prison or dark building...usually alone, sometimes with my mother. Sometimes they were trying to hurt her, sometimes both of us. Ever watching me, waiting for me to try to escape. I don't know who "they" were, only that there were many of them, and that they knew I was in the prison, fortress or dark building; trying to escape them. It was always a foreign isolated place...so far from hope, or help.
There would come a point in the dream when I would finally try to make a break for it. Then they would know it, then they would come for me, after me. I would run so fast, and if it was one where my mother was there, I would try to get her out too. Hiding and climbing, up stairs, out windows...down endless hallways...they always saw me, where ever I was, somehow~and I was terrified that I would never get away, get out, find safety again. It would go on like this until the fear woke me up...and I would sit up in the dark of my room panting and still feeling that last lingering twist of fear...and then my breathing would slow...and I would lay back down. Sometimes I didn't want to go back to sleep, for fear of having the nightmare again!
Well, the fear lessened sometime in my teens, and the power the dream held over me eased. I haven't had it in a while, but I still have similar dreams to a lesser extent. Nothing like that one though.
So that was my re-occuring nightmare, and I've never forgotten it. I dreampt it countless times though, probobly once a week atleast as a child, in one form or another.
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