Last night I met Her again.

Not a woman. Not a ghost. Not a memory. Something far worse.

The kind of Fear that doesn’t just make your stomach drop — it freezes your insides, rips the air out of your lungs, and leaves you paralyzed, begging to disappear.

I hadn’t seen her in years. I thought I’d buried her. But she found me in a dream. A dream so vivid it felt like my body remembered the pain before my mind did.

I woke up trembling. One single tear on my cheek. And I can’t stop thinking about it.

Was this just another nightmare? Or is there something my subconscious is trying to tell me?

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And tell me: what do you think this dream means?