fighting for release, breathing hard, battling to surface - night terror
adrenalin floods my body, escape means life or death
the dreamer is me but not me
hearing Bob's voice far away
terror subsides into sleep
I've had a handful of night terrors over the past 3 years. I scare Bob as much as myself because I thrash and call out. I never fully wake and never remember the dream. I only remember the fear.
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I created the double exposure using a selfie taken December 2020 with a photo of woven baskets casting shadows on a wall taken in Tucson, AZ, 2006.
