Hey, this has probably been talked about tonnes, but i couldn’t find it in 2 pages of searching this, so if it is there this thread will just be merged.
So background: ever since i was a kid, my dad has always been a domineering type of figure and pretty scary when he gets angry. And what started happening was that every time as a kid i got into a fight with my dad OR (and this is important) everytime i got really angry at my dad and wished a lot of hateful stuff on him (pain death etc, you know, the stuff you do as a kid) I would have a dream that would go like this:
i would be in our loungeroom, and i’d do something that would piss my dad off: yell really loudly at him, break something, etc. And then i’d either see his face get really angry, or i would feel this overwhelming presence that my dad was chasing me. It was a literal feeling that washed over me that made me feel like he was running after me and about to kick my butt. From there, i would start running really fast from my loungeroom. I would either race for the front door or back door, usually the backdoor.
The door would be always locked. i would struggle for 2 or 3 seconds in fear desperately trying to unlock the door. once the door would be open, If i had gone out the front door, i would run into the front yard, jump the small fence, and start running down the road as fast as i can (literally, i would put all my energy into sprinting as fast as possible down the street away from home). If i went out the back, i would jump down the stairs, have to make my way through the mess in the backyard, avoid the car, and have to jump a metre high fence (usually i struggled to pass this too, and it took another few seconds. i would then clear this, be on the same street (we live corner house , so front door and backdoor all lead to the same street. and start to run as fast as i can down the street to run from my dad.
When i was a kid, i only got caught once in my dream, got my butt kicked and woke up. Most of the time i would run, and sometimes he would chase me out onto the street, and i would have to run even faster to escape. After i escaped, (usually after i ran up one block), the dream would calmly fade, i would usually end up at the local mall and the dream would continue as though that never happened, i would lose that feeling of being chased.
Anyway, as i’ve grown older, 19 now, i’ve had this dream countless amount of times. As a kid it was pretty bad, unbelievably scary, running as fast as i could, very nearly getting caught. now as i’m older, i still have the dream, but not so bad. Last time i had the dream a month ago, i ran to the backdoor, didn’t even open it, past right through it like a ghost, got outside and simply flew away 
. I now have the skill to get away without the crazy fear.
okay, I really have no purpose or question with this post 
but i guess its kinda a bit of self commentry on me. see, i’m 19 and i still have a recurring dream like this, and even now, all i do is simply fly away from the dream, i still never face my dad. i guess that kinda shows my immaturity. also i feel its kinda like an expression of my subconcious. See the dream would usually do nothing to warrant this chase scene, i might be in school, in my room wherever, but all of a sudden i would be in the lounge room, something would snap, and BAM! this crazy fear overtakes me, i bolt, get out onto the street, run up the street, end up at the mall, and the whole dream would calm down, no lingering feeling. Kinda like a crazy guy on the street, absolutely calm, then starts yelling for about 20 seconds, before going calm again. kinda scary eh?
One time though, i had the dream, but for a really long time (10 minutes) i couldn’t escape the fear of chase, i ran everywhere on the block, couldn’t find the mall, running up and down streets with the feeling of dread. thank god that doesn’t happen a lot 
Anyway, just curious, anyone else have recurring dreams like this? Specifically with the RL trigger ? (eg in my case, fight with dad resulted in this dream.) questions, thoughts, comments?
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