I dream of rooms contaminated with feces and urine. I believe this ties in to my feeling contaminated by what my grandfather did to me.
I dream of flying. My mother in my dream told me I’d been flying since age 5. I fly mostly down staircases. I see myself hovering over the stairs as I fly. If only I’d really been able to fly when I was young, I could perhaps have gotten away from him.
I look in the mirror and covering my face and my whole body are scars from being cut with a knife. I start screaming. After waking I realize that the scars are internal and no one else can see them.
Falling books, books falling…trying to climb up book shelves, but books keep falling and I can’t get a grip. My legs are giving out. I feel sick and I’m looking for someone to help me. I am very sick, throwing up, unable to stand up. I am lying on the floor of an arena and there a people above looking down. I’m trying to yell to the people to help mebut
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