Truth be told I seldom remember my dreams of late. The one recurring dream from my childhood was that of being chased. It was so scary that I would find myself awaking in tears and exhaustion from trying to desperately outrun the “thing”. I don’t remember ever telling my parents, friends, or anyone for that matter. It could have been a vehicle, rogue wave, sea monster, a person or anything bigger or faster than me. Thankfully, I always managed to escape in one piece. (I find it odd that I never shared it with my parents especially since it was so real to me).