I normally don't have trouble falling asleep and I slip into a very restful evening of paralysis; Oh and dreaming. I usually have vivid dreams that I remember in detail. Some of these dreams have had such an impact that they cannot be erased. I could dazzle you with the story of my one childhood recurring dream or my accounts of lead singers falling in love with me. I could also tell you the countless times in which I've tried to run without success. Whether I was running in a race or away from an assailant, I can't seem to move myself forward. In most cases, I feel as if I'm trying to run through a chest high tub of quicksand - I'm moving nowhere fast. I exert so much energy trying to propel myself forward that I get exhausted and need to quit. This is such a frustrating situation; sometimes it's a terrifying if I can't get away from the 'bad guy'. Over the years, I somehow educated my dream self that if I turned around I could successfully run with a lot more mobility. Sure, I was running backward, but I made progress.
I read that slow running in dreams is the reflection of low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence. Okay. That might be fair in certain situations. But I changed my direction. Like one of those dumb kids in the Freddy Kruger movies, I subconsciously figured out how to run facing forward, without being held back. I moved through the streets, light on my feet and the wind waving through my hair. For the first time in my life I could run fast (facing forward) in my dream.
I need to take a stand and change it up; then I can run free.