When I first dreamt of a dog dying, the emotional impact felt strangely deeper than the dream itself. I woke up with a heavy chest, wondering why such a painful…

I still remember the first time I dreamt of a black hooded figure with no face. I was standing in a long, shadowy hallway, and the silence felt heavy. Suddenly,…

I still remember the first time I dreamt that my hair was falling out. I woke up with my heart racing, my hands reaching instinctively toward my head, checking if…