Dream No. 3

This dream actually happened before Dream No. 1 and Dream No. 2. But I just remembered it today. 

I don't remember the actual dream part of the dream. So I don't have a great story. But I do remember the waking up part. 

I woke up with a huge pit in my stomach. You know the feeling. It's a big, black, empty hole. It flutters ... but not the good flutters of new romance or nervous excitement. They're the terrifying flutters that you can't stop, and they sink over and over again, making the black empty hole feel worse. 

I was breathing sort of fast and short, too, as I tried to remember the dream that made me feel that way. 

I searched my subconscious for the origin, a little piece of the dream to explain these feelings. 

It landed hard. It was guilt. 

In my dream I had done SOMETHING that was unfixable. Unforgiveable. Something evil and bad and wrong. I was in trouble. I couldn't take "it" back or fix it. 

The actual thing I had done would never come to me. The detail forever buried in my sleep. 

But the thought it left me with was this: 

This is how Jim must feel every day when he wakes up. How awful that must be for him. 


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