Last night I had a nightmare that I remember very vividly. I was in a building that looked a lot like my 9th grade campus, and I think I was trapped in there. I remember being there and my first instinct was to get the hell out of there. I was in this kind of "stealth mode", just trying to get out of there.
Then, I absolutely flipped shit when I saw a specific person. This person who shall not be described deceived me, and in hindsight what happened was a dysfunctional friendship that had a lot of red flags I should've known early on. But what I remember was that this person was trying to catch me. I knew that if this person saw me, I was dead meat. I felt this sense of adrenaline and then I began running, running for an exit, as I had a feeling there were more guards in the building (and there were). Eventually I got to the exterior and I saw this garden-like area, and it had some gardener there. I think I discussed an escape plan with him, but I don't remember much after that. It was basically my 9th grade campus high school if it were a state pen.
Many of my symptoms have just come back all of a sudden. I've definitely experienced them before, but I feel as if I were attempting to bury my symptoms, but really, the best way to put it would be to say the toilet has overflowed, and it's overflowing massively. Realizing what has happened has given me such a strong sense of terror.
(I should also mention that I had a previous nightmare of a former special ed teacher [as a cop] chasing me around through this inner city neighborhood; she was chasing me but she kept shouting at me in this monotone, nice voice, claiming that she was going to "help" me and I was just climbing fences and trying to escape)
Then, I absolutely flipped shit when I saw a specific person. This person who shall not be described deceived me, and in hindsight what happened was a dysfunctional friendship that had a lot of red flags I should've known early on. But what I remember was that this person was trying to catch me. I knew that if this person saw me, I was dead meat. I felt this sense of adrenaline and then I began running, running for an exit, as I had a feeling there were more guards in the building (and there were). Eventually I got to the exterior and I saw this garden-like area, and it had some gardener there. I think I discussed an escape plan with him, but I don't remember much after that. It was basically my 9th grade campus high school if it were a state pen.
Many of my symptoms have just come back all of a sudden. I've definitely experienced them before, but I feel as if I were attempting to bury my symptoms, but really, the best way to put it would be to say the toilet has overflowed, and it's overflowing massively. Realizing what has happened has given me such a strong sense of terror.
(I should also mention that I had a previous nightmare of a former special ed teacher [as a cop] chasing me around through this inner city neighborhood; she was chasing me but she kept shouting at me in this monotone, nice voice, claiming that she was going to "help" me and I was just climbing fences and trying to escape)