I wish I knew what made dreams linger so heavy in the air around my mornings. The good dreams always fade fairly quickly unless I make an effort to hold onto them. The bad ones will haunt me for days. I dream about those I’ve lost and I wake up in such emotional pain that is like losing them all over again. My mind will replay the bits and pieces of my dream and my past…until I’m sick to my stomach from it all. I don’t know if that’s normal for others, but its been this way my entire life. When I was younger, the dreams weren’t of those I’ve lost, but the fears of losing people…the fears of being hunted like prey. I still remember a dream that repeated itself for years when I was between 11-14yrs old. It still haunts me to this day, though it has been many years since I last encountered the nightmare.