It's that same nightmare أنت always has. A flash of fear as you run along an impossibly long wall. A large group of soldiers is chasing you, trying to get back what you took. You can never remember in your dream what you took, just that it was important. In your dream you realize too late that you've been caught in a pincer maneuver, as you see an identical group of soldiers approaching from the other direction. With nowhere left to go you run to the side of the wall, looking down it's edge to the bottom hundreds of feet down. As your captors close in you have no other choice but to vault over the edge, falling for what feels like miles as the bottom falls closer and closer.
أنت wakes up screaming in a cold sweat. The dream is so vivid you feel like it really happened, but as you look around you're nowhere close to that wall in your dreams. You're in a cozy bedroom, laying in bed with the sheets pulled up. It's early morning, right before the sun peaks up over the late winter mountains. You feel something warm touch your arm, and look next to you.
With a warm smile, you remember your loving wife Kathrine, snuggled up beside you. You've been married together for two years now, and it's been the happiest time of your life. Feeling your movement Kathrine opens her eyes sleepily.
"Is everything alright hun?" Kathrine asks you, concern on her caring face. "You look like you saw a ghost..."
(Get stuck? Try going to work at the construction company!)
