nightmare
i've had the same dream twice now and believe me it's scary.
in these dreams, i'm at rugby training of some sort, with random faceless (well, not literally, in the sense that i just can't seem to place who they are) team mates. we're running - for warm up, or actual training, i don't really know - and the scary part is
everyone's running past me, i.e. faster than me, and the craziest thing is they're not even running that fast
so i try to pull my legs into a sprint, but i can't seem to do it. somehow the neuroconnection between my mind and my body is screwed up - my leg muscles refuse to work harder, or rather they just can't, won't, whatever.
the feeling of inability and helplessness is 100x magnified in my dream. it's a horrible feeling.
which is why i'm delighted to start training again today at hampstead, yay.
the stuff dreams are made of.
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