I’ve had the same dream.
I’m in danger, I’m scared, and I’m running from two men.
I’m not sure if they were after me or after what’s inside of me.
Either way, they both have value.
I had the same dream again last night (for the third time), but this time was different.
This time, one of the men got distracted and laid his gun down on the table.
When I picked up the gun, there were no bullets inside.
What I saw looked like darts. Suction darts that children play with.
I couldn’t believe that all this time I was running from something that only appeared to be real.
These men couldn’t touch me, they couldn’t harm me, but they wanted me to believe that they could.
All they could do was use scare tactics.
But once the lie was exposed and the truth was revealed, I realized I had nothing to be afraid of.
At the end of the dream, I no longer saw myself running.
But I saw myself standing.
And then I woke up.