Had a perfectly horrid dream last night. It's already beginning to fade, so I'm grateful for that, but I remember running away, running in fear from someone I had liked and trusted.
I don't have frightening dreams very often. As a child, I did sometimes dream that my blankets had turned into snakes, and that was terrifying, but generally my dreams were just amusing and adventurous, or strange, like the recurring dream I had for years that I was falling from the top of our bunk bed. I never fell more than halfway down, and then I would suddenly bounce back to the top and fall again, like a yo-yo. It would go on like that for what seemed like hours, and was always kind of fun and soothing. I also had dreams fairly regularly that involved being lost in a large old house, or sometimes a castle, with a group of friends. We were generally on a quest of some kind, and sometimes followed, but it always felt more exciting and adventurous than scary.
I will go for months at a time without remembering any of my dreams, and then I will have a string of them all at once, very vivid and strange. For the last week or so it's been the latter. I don't really go in for dream analysis. I don't spend considerable time wondering what it means when I dream that a friend was sent a pink cupcake for mother's day, or a king died and left his daughters scrunchies which they were commanded to wear every day for the rest of their lives. There are times when I wonder a little... like when I had recurring cancer dreams the year before I was diagnosed. Then I dream about sledding to work and stopping to order Dutch Babies (the breakfast food, not infants from Holland) on the way at a phone hanging from a tree, and once again I discount meaning entirely.