Am I dreaming reality?

Earlier this year, I started having nightmares.

Not the kind you shake off with a cup of tea the next morning. The kind that linger. That leave you running through corridors long after you’ve woken up. That make you question where the lines blur between reality and something stranger.

I wasn’t in a good headspace. I felt stuck — in my work, in my mind, in patterns I couldn’t seem to break. And my dreams mirrored that back to me, night after night. Running, searching, trapped in loops with no clear exit.

For most of my life, I’ve barely remembered my dreams. I’m usually too deep in sleep to hold onto them. So when these nightmares started imprinting themselves onto my waking hours, I paid attention.