I think I’ve had dreams like this. Hurry! but somehow you can’t move.
When I was a lad, I used to dream I was being chased by SOMEthing. Something horrible, but I could not turn around to look, and my feet moved like they were encased in cement and I was not going to make it the last 5 steps to safety. Then I woke up.
After my first firefight in ‘Nam I never had another of those dreams. In fact, I haven’t had a nightmare of any sort since. I’ve had some VERY strange dreams, but no nightmares.
When I was little I used to have a dream where I was running to get somewhere in time. It was something vitally important. Something that I had to succeed in. Whenever I didn’t wake up mid-dream I would be too late and I’d be filled with a feeling of dread. At which point I would wake up feeling horrible. The reason I mention it is that I remember moving fast in the dream.
The dream stopped popping up at some point for no apparent reason, but I did note that I also stopped remembering most of my dreams at the same time.
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