Even when it’s technically a nightmare, I still call it a dream — maybe because one day it will be?
About once every four months, I dream that I’m somewhere normal, like a bar, coffee shop, or the office. The places are always typical suspects, painted in sepia hues of familiarity.
In them, I’ll be doing something typical, too, until all of a sudden I’m at the top of a descending staircase and a few of the stairs are missing.
I start to panic about making it down, because every time I try, I start to slip into a hole of doom. In my sleep, I can feel my stomach churning. I just can’t seem to find my footing.
Sometimes, there’s familiar faces of loved ones at the bottom, yelling encouraging things.
Just when I think I’m about to make it, when I’ve gathered all the courage I have, I wake up. Sweating, heart racing.
You see, I’m never trying to climb higher.
I’m just trying to get back down.
Maybe to earth.
Who knows?
Maybe one day this nightmare really will become a dream.
I guess I get to decide.
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Here’s to staying grounded in 2025.
Dreams coming true in 2025