You know those dreams that feel so real. Ones where you wake up in a sweat. Ones where you actually scream or kick and wail. I had one of those last night.
My mother-in-law was teaching me how to run (like long distance kind of running). She told me to try to run around the block in this certain amount of time. I ran and she clocked me. I did really well and finished just .1 short of her goal. I was all smiles but she was really upset. She told me to do it again and get under the time. I argued that .1 was close enough and I'd do it again tomorrow.
She wasn't having any of my "back talk" and demanded that I run again. I started crying and throwing a tantrum (my dream self must hate running as much as my real self)I begged and pleaded with her not to make me run again that day. Still she demanded and started threatening violence and punishments.
So I ran.
I ran as fast as I possible could.
I ran in the wrong direction.
She yelled and screamed after me to turn around and come back but I just ran faster. She had her flying monkeys (like the ones from The Wizard of Oz) try to catch me but I ducked into an alley confusing them.
As I ran I felt so free and liberated. My breathing was so clear and clean. The sky was bluer the clouds were fluffier. I ran home and never looked back.
I woke up a bit afraid, breathing very deeply, on the wrong side of the bed. I wonder what it meant?