What was the worst nightmare you ever had?
My worst nightmares usually involve domestic abuse taunting me since it takes a toll on me personally, but my other nightmares usually turn into weird dreams. Take for instance my terrorist dream. I was sitting in a circle with other people in what appeared to be a rehabilitative meeting, which was being held in the loft of a building that looked like a hybrid of a Christ the King church and a New York train station. This warmly lit space seemed quite peaceful until my group members franticly rushed to the stained glass window, only to report back that there were Middle Eastern terrorists making their way toward us with their weapons in hand. My mind must have been feeling rather racist that night, because it envisioned these men covered in their stereotypical ensemble from head-to-toe—no racial! My group leaders then hurried us to hide in this secret attic that reminded me all too much of Anne Frank’s annex. When I awoke from the dream, I wasn’t sure whether I should have felt anxious or strange.