My sleep has always been constellated with intense nightmares: dark figures chase me relentlessly, holding me back. I can neither scream nor move. I cannot fight, but above all, I cannot fly.
Over the years, as I built inner trust, those dreams began to shift: I no longer ran away, instead I started to fly, higher, steadier, freer.
May 2024, Berlin.
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