The other night I had the strangest dream. I found myself standing in a house that somehow I knew was supposed to be my house and yet I had never seen anything in this house before. I felt so out of place and uncomfortable in a space that was supposed to be mine, and as I walked from room to room trying to find something familiar I realized that no matter how many rooms I found there were always more rooms. Never a front door or back door or any exit to speak of, just room after endless room.
I was alone. No one answered any calls and I could find no one. At this point I am starting to panic since I cannot handle being alone, and the more I run, the more turns I make, I can find no windows, no doors and no people.
Most dream analysts would say that the house is your brain, your consciousness. Did it seem at all like a representation of your mind?
ReplyDeleteAt this point I can't recall what the rooms were like or what was in them, just the feeling of being trapped and panicky
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