Today, at around 11 a.m., I remembered a recurring nightmare I've been spending most of my life trying to forget. Now, I realize how much trying to forget this nightmare has hurt me instead of looking it dead in the face and dealing with it. - tehKenny

Facing fears is really tough, it's a brave thing to do. - Heather

I wrote out basically what the dream is: "I am doing something incredibly banal. Maybe I'm just sitting and reading some nameless book, writing a letter, doing a crossword puzzle, enjoying a nice cup of tea. Maybe I'm just sitting and thinking. I blink my eyes and I'm surrounded by a faceless crowd making a horrendous sound. I can't hear what any of them are saying or if they are even saying anything at all, but I know it is directed at me. What I can discern is hate. There is a palpable hate coming off of this crowd and it centers around me. They hate everything there is about me, they would rip me apart if they could but they do not seem to be able to do that. At least, they cannot do that now. I just stand soaking it in, because I can do nothing else. A man in a guady outfit stand next to me and I look at him. He makes no sound but still I comprehand the order. He is demanding a task of me. And when I see it I know it is impossible. Every time, it is different, but every time, it is the same. It is a completely impossible task. Possibly jumping an impossible gap or fitting myself into a box far too small for myself. With each passing instant, my sense of despair and hopelessness grows. "I will never leave here and I will continue failing at this forever." - tehKenny