Dreaming about a family that is not your real family.
A mother hunting down my friends and I. My mother according to the narratives. She was chasing us down, chopping us up. I had to fake my death. Woke up to many deaths, but yet everyone had to pretend that it never happened. Everyone had something to say but was afraid to speak up. I lived in fear. I lived alone. No one believed me. No one supported me.

It was not a nightmare. I woke up calm and sighed. Not in relief. I woke up to reality, questioning the relations between the dream and my life. While my parents have never opposed to the choices I made, I know they want me to grow up in a certain way. They do it so I do not feel pressured, so I do not end up getting depression. Little did they know I grew up with anxiety. Tried telling them, masking my stories as my friends'. The replies, the advices. It made me fall deeper each time. So i got myself a partner. A partner that cared for others' issues more than mine. Sending words of concern and encouragement to others but not me. I tried to have friends but what can they do.