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As a child, the nightmares started commonly enough. Being chased to the edge of a cliff night after night and learning to put aside the fear of the chase, to instead run for the cliff as fast as I could to throw myself over and I'd be able to instantly wake up, saved. The nightmare upped the ante because then there was the fear and sensation of falling to accustom to, to fear of hitting bottom. That too gave way to floating then flying. Again, the nightmare upped the ante and tested me with heights, the loss of physical control against gravity and falling again, losing control of flight itself. When I fought panic, the nightmare would let me wake, the more I panicked then the longer the dreams would last. Where to go from there? Flight took me into dreams of space where my body felt afire and all breath got sucked out. I have those dreams so infrequently now- they come or they don't come.
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