Over the years, I’ve had some recurrent dreams, one of which involving me talking to an unknown woman about all my problems, and really in general I’m telling her everything about myself. She says nothing, just listens. Upon awakening I tend to feel empty, like I’d just gotten to know her. Sometimes if the dream is particularly vivid, I may jot down everything I recalled in the form of a story.
It’s been some time since I had this particular dream, though another that’s haunted me in the meantime involves my being aware of a presence in our house, of someone who shouldn’t be there, and as the dream progresses, I sense this presence more and more until finally the intruder makes itself known to me.