(Sylva, North Carolina )
I have had this dream more times then I can count and there is always one constant factor: I am always running.
I remember the first time I had this dream. I was running through a forest. The trees were pressing in on all sides, a thick, lushous wall of green. It was dark, not nighttime, but cloudy, rainy. I do not know what I am running from but I know that if I stumble or stop running, I will fall and whatever it is that is chasing me will get me. There is no sound except the sound of my stumbling through the underbrush and my panting. I am exhausted but I am able to push on.
The second time I am running past houses. Fleeing from the same thing. The houses are all pale, homey looking with windows lit but no one looks out. I jump over picket fences and bushes, still fleeing from what I cannot see.
The next dreams are a blur; I run past landscapes that fade into the next. And then, I am in the forest again. I am always scared, terrified of what is chasing me, of what could get me, even though I have no idea what it was.
Every time I wake up I feel even more exhausted then when I went to sleep.
This isn't just a pleasurable jog, I'm pushing myself to the extent, beyond exhaustion.