I have a recurring dream, one I haven’t dreamed in a while. But it’s so vivid every time I dream it that I can conjure up its events even now. I’ve had this dream for as long as I could remember.

In my dream, I am in China. Don’t ask me how I know, I just know, somehow. I’m walking on a bridge suspended between two mountains. It’s one of those rare dreams of mine in which I am in 3rd person, meaning I can look down and see myself. As if that isn’t weird enough, when I look down at me, I have long blond hair, hanging loose to my waist, and I’m wearing an old-fashioned dress. The dress seems like it’s fashioned in the style of 1700’s or 1800’s, ornate and very long. I don’t remember its color, only the fact that I am blond when in reality I have very dark brown hair.

Perhaps what I remember most about my dream is that the overall sense of fear that envelops me. I begin by walking on the bridge, then I start running. Running away, it seems, but from whom and why? Questions left unanswered up till now.