My name is Grace, and I live in a small town in Meru. For months, I had been haunted by the same types of dreams over and over again. Some nights, I felt myself falling endlessly, the ground rushing up to meet me in a terrifying freefall.
Other nights, I would soar through the sky, my body weightless, yet a strange sense of anxiety lingered. And sometimes, I was being chased by strangers, shadowy figures, or even people I knew and no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t escape.
Each morning, I woke up exhausted, anxious, and sometimes in tears, wondering what these dreams meant.
At first, I tried ignoring them. I thought they were just random brain activity, a mix of stress and fatigue. But as weeks turned into months, I realized the dreams were persistent, vivid, and emotionally charged.
