I was at my parent’s home again, to make sure it’s real, I asked myself in the dream if it’s real. Everything of the house was so clear to me although I didn’t see so much, so I believed it’s true, I was back to my parents. I believed it’s real, not a dream again.
I was at a house where I lived 15 years ago, cold, small house behind my college, no sunshine during winter. I was lying down on the cold bed, my legs were frozen.
I was there again, I couldn’t leave that place, which is so sucked. It’s a nightmare for me that I couldn’t escape that place. But I kept going back there. Feel the same cold, hopeless and fear.
My friend was there too, she told me her husband flight over even if it cost a lot.