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I’m not sure what my dreams are trying to say; you seem to play a central role in each, whether replaying the past, or imagining a new day, they rephrase and reframe: safety by escape lies within reach.
You seem to play a central role in each, like the lurking phantom of these horror films in my mind. They rephrase and reframe: safety by escape lies within reach, if only I could leave you behind.
Like the lurking phantom of these horror films in my mind, you always find a way to reappear. If only I could leave you behind, maybe I could shake off my childhood fear.
You always find a way to reappear. That’s not the dream; that’s real and waking life. Maybe I could shake off my childhood fear, escape your reach, protect my baby and my wife.
That’s not the dream; that’s real and waking life. I’m not the child still powerless against your blows. I can escape your reach, can protect my baby and my wife, raise a child who fears no beatings, who never knows.
I’m not the child still powerless against your blows, but my body and mind haven’t heard the news. My inner child still fears the beatings, never knows that I’ve moved out, moved on, away from you.
But my body and my mind haven’t heard the news – whether replaying the past, or imagining a new day – that I’ve moved out, moved on, away from you. I’m not sure what my dreams are trying to say.