I have to get away. Trauma affects my dreams.

I keep having frightening dreams since I moved back to the area I grew up in. I had a bad one today when I dropped off during the day. I was being followed and tracked by police. They were telling me I wasn’t in trouble but I still had to come with them. I spent the whole dream avoiding them through tunnels made by detours because there was building work around us. They weren’t in police uniforms. They were in suits. The first two told me to come with them and I’d be in less trouble. I was chased by a team that put me in a meeting because I was so terrified of being left in a cell. I woke up at that point.

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