45 minutes of nightmares

What a night. Shortly before 5am, my little one woke up. She didn’t fall asleep again until shortly after 6. Me too. But from then on - until I got up - I only had nightmares, one after the other. First, a man in a strangely smooth coat, who could even bend steel doors and seemed to be made of steel himself, chased me. He said nothing, had an expressionless face. I ran and ran and ran, no chance of escape. While I was running, other little horror stories were happening. Among other things, I had to defend a young woman against another man who was beating her. When I finished, my pursuer was back. At some point I saved myself by jumping into canyons. I grabbed for some kind of cable. I made it swing and saved myself on some kind of building. There I just caught the edge. But then the building started to move. It even spoke in a kind of robot voice. I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t good. I, exhausted, was lying somewhere on it, something that was moving, that had metallic teeth. Then I woke up.

I thought about what I’m going to do with all this now. I wrote it down here. I wanted to explore where it came from, what it might mean. Probably little to none. Maybe some of you are now thinking: Wow, broken person. And that’s not so wrong. I am broken, exhausted. I want to go to bed and yet somehow I don’t. Instead, I distract myself with coffee and work.

Good morning, I hope you had a better night.

Dominik Höcht @ohBananaJoe

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