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Most of my dreams have had me running away from something or other, often over great distances and with a lot more stamina than I’d muster in reality.. sometimes i get caught by whatever’s chasing me.
but in the end, they aren’t real. It helps i’m always aware it’s a dream, though. When i get one that disturbs me, i find distractions until the impact wears off.

My situation got better last March, and i’ve been living on my own since November (both things accomplished with help). Discovering beyond external factors I was still.. well, me, was a bit hard to swallow. But people still love me, issues and all, so there’s that.
Sleeping on a bed with others didn’t have much an effect on dream content for me, but it was a familial type of sleep and there were too many beings (including a dog) on the bed. I tend to spend most of my time away from home.. I get a feeling of content by the river, and there’s a bike path i love commuting down.
Little moments that don’t last, but it beats back the other things for awhile, especially when those urges are chasing me.

I know hope is hard sometimes.