A pattern in the dreams I’ve been having lately.
The only memorable dreams (nightmares?) I’ve had within the past couple of years have all involved a post-apocalyptic or in the processing of becoming post-apocalyptic (just apocalyptic?) Earth. Never the same dream, but the world is always ending in some fantastical way. And I’m always under extreme anxiety. So much so that I wake up the next morning completely and utterly mentally exhausted. I can’t lie, they are absolutely terrifying every time and sometimes, it takes me a while to realize that they’re just dreams. Maybe because there are people that I actually know in the dream. I remember one time I felt so distraught because during this specific apocalyptic sequence, I felt responsible for making sure that the 10 or so friends that were still with me all escaped death and made it to some sort of checkpoint or safehouse safely. The thought of one of them being lost on my watch just destroyed my psyche.
On a much lighter note, Woody Harrelson played the main villain of my latest dream.
