winter in milwaukee

is like having amnesia

it has the tendency

to make one forget

that summer even exists

For as long as I can remember (which probably only dates to about the beginning of high school), I have been having dreams in which I am running from something/being chased. I always lose my ability to control my actions (becoming unable to move, or floating with the inability to steer, etc.) right as whatever/whomever is pursuing me is catching up to me. The night before last, I woke up from a disturbingly interesting dream. Disturbing because it was extremely violent and bloody (which is in no way normal for me), and interesting because it was the first time that this variation of the dream had occurred. It started out per usual, with me running from someone (I don't know who), but I stopped and turned around and KILLED THE PERSON. That's never happened before. And at first, I thought it was horrible because I would never kill someone, and because of the extreme amount of blood involved. But then I started thinking about it from an analytical standpoint. I've always had these dreams about escaping, or trying to get away from something. But this time, I stood up to what was chasing me and overcame it. I stopped being afraid and stood up to my fear. That's got to mean something, right? I think this indicates personal growth. I think I've made progress here.