A vivid dream
In the early hours, Jake dreamed vividly of wandering through a dense forest as a child. The towering trees loomed above him, their shadows stretching endlessly, creating an atmosphere both eerie and strangely familiar. He felt small and vulnerable, yet there was an unshakable sense of connection to the place. The dream was so vivid he could almost hear the rustling leaves, feel the crunch under his feet, and sense the cool breeze brushing against his face. It didn’t feel like a dream at all—it felt like a memory.
A Vivid Dream
Holding hands
In the dream, Jake found himself holding hands with a woman whose face remained hidden in the shadows. Her grip was firm and comforting, steadying him as they moved through the dense, foreboding forest. He tilted his head, trying desperately to glimpse her features, but they stayed frustratingly obscured. He wanted to ask, “Who are you?” but the words stuck in his throat, unspoken. Despite her anonymity, the connection between them felt profound and unshakable, leaving him both comforted and haunted by the mystery of her identity.
Holding Hands
