Immersed inside an enormous blue fish tank, it made the whole room appear as though it were the ocean. underwater. After all, even the walls themselves were already painted a lovely shade of blue. Lying there motionless. The scene seemed to fade in and out as though it might be a glimmer of an old memory, but back then I wasn’t so sure. I recalled this glimpse when I was 14. I was alone with a man whose face I could not remember. He looked like every other average man. Wearing jeans and a blue shirt. Other than that I can’t describe him with certainty. He was just standing there as I lay on the floor motionless. I couldn’t move. I stared at the fish tank as he unzipped his pants, but then I woke up. That was all I could really remember. At first I wasn’t sure if it was real or a dream. As I reflected years later I came to understand my dream as a valid memory. It was distorted fading in and out. I was a child and even though I dreamt it I did not really want to remember. I was not scared but I knew I should have been. I was powerless but I’m not anymore. These dreams have meaning. They echo in the back of our minds, but we have the ability to grasp freedom.
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