There’s one instance of nightmare from my childhood that is too vivid to forget. It involves my failed attempts of running away from a monster at school, and then in the neighbourhood, and then at home, and then get myself in an asylum but it still waits for me on the ceiling.
Then I realized I was actually too focused in reading a novel about running away from the monster … that’s a relief. I closed the book and open the door … and saw the monster is waiting for me.
Then I realized I was actually in the dream.
But no, it’s not recurrent, and never again thank you very much.
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