This morning, I woke up at 4 a.m., sweating. I’d had a bad dream. I was in a car, speeding downhill, completely out of control. It was one of those steep, winding roads that twists sharply as it descends, each turn pulling me further into chaos. I couldn’t stop it. I think the dream reflects how I’ve been feeling about the world lately—like everything is spiraling out of control.
The world feels mad. It’s as if everything that once brought me peace and calm is on the verge of being wiped away. They don’t like people like me—fluid, free spirits. I don’t understand why it’s so hard for some to accept that there’s a world beyond what they know, just as I can understand their world. What’s so threatening about something different?
I feel fragile, vulnerable. I’m overwhelmed by what I hear every day—the noise, the chaos, the uncertainty. Am I overreacting, or am I sensing the darkness that’s about to unfold?