SOME DREAMS – AREN’T!

I had a recurring nightmare as a boy of 8. A undefinable roiling mass, grey and foreboding, was trying to engulf me. It always followed me, never quite getting to me, but I would wake up sweating and struggling to breath. Why am I disclosing this? Well, most of us have nightmares at some point, and thankfully we wake up to a beautiful world, if we look closely!