I rarely remember my dreams. There are a couple of vivid ones I remember from my childhood, though.
I used to have a recurring one where I was being chased. I don’t remember who or why, but someone was after me, and they chased me up to the edge of a cliff. I made the decision to jump off the cliff to get away from my pursuers, and fell, and fell, and fell…
I then crashed through the roof of my house and woke up in my bed, and had to spend a few minutes convincing myself that no, there wasn’t a hole in my ceiling.
Looking back, I get the impression that that dream relates somehow to my acrophobia, but whether that’s a cause or symptom, it’s been far too long to know.
More recently, just a few nights ago, in fact, I woke up to see a dark shape moving around my room. I then convinced myself that it was a dream, and forced myself actually awake, and the shape was gone.
