Anxious Dreams
A merchant class manor lord had taken over my parents home and I am no longer welcome. I flee to an old neighbors back yard and a strange truck comes down the driveway, another safe haven long gone with strange voices shouting into the darkness. I rolled over at 3 am this morning after a dream that shouldn’t have been frightening, but left me wide awake and unnerved. My conscious mind painted on the perception of safeties lost almost 20 years ago. The message eerily reminds me of just how thin the illusion of stability I now entertain is*.
