Upon closing my eyes, what initially appears as an empty, black stage has so often transformed into climaxes. Climaxes that have risen from some where or thing, of which are unbeknownst to me. I've conveniently never been told.
More than any other theme I've seen when asleep is that of running away. One night I'm running away from a man and I've reached my childhood home, but I'm stuck on the driveway and can't move to safety and he almost gets me until suddenly my ability to run has been revived and I make it through the door. Other nights I'm not even me, but an animal, a dog, running away from captors and even helicopters have been called to the chase.
But I haven't been running as such in my dreams anymore. The last time it happened was sometime before I got married.
The last few days I've been thinking about how I always wondered what I was running from, what sort of rising action these climaxes had been birthed from and how those dreams may have mirrored what was happening in my own personal reality--and, most significantly, why they have stopped.
I've concluded that I must have found the person I was always running to, the person who has the strength to withstand and chase away all that seeks to thwart, capture and make afraid. I've found the only one who can somehow take the runner in me and make me happier in my place.
