I’m 48 years and I have dreams. I dream that I save people, but wake up in the middle of the night saving nothing.
All this started when my daughter Emily was born in 1994, and has continued on ever since. I would dream that newborn baby Emily was on the edge of my bed, slowly falling away from me. I would wake up with my heart pounding reaching for Emily over my wife, who had been sleeping.
I have also saved my daughter Sarah many times. Sarah is three years younger than Emily. In the dreams involving Sarah there is either something falling slowly on top of her, or worse, she is already trapped under something heavy, and I am trying to lift it off her. I wake up from these dreams lifting the night stand up, knocking books, lamps, and the clock over.
When I awake from these dreams, I am done sleeping for the night.
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