After coming home from a 24-hour shift, I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life. I saw my late granduncle standing in a room, speaking in a slow, reflective manner with the serious look that he used to have. His passing never affected me too harshly but in the dream, I was crying relentlessly. This scene was repeated three times, as if it was a rehearsal for a play. Each time the crying was heartfelt and “real”. Between those repetitions were scenes of snowy mountains and evil neighbors causing trouble. I think these neighbors symbolised Russians as their increasingly threatening presence incited a similar hatred in me that Russian occupants might do in Ukrainians. After the last scene with my granduncle, I was walking inside a house with the sun peeking in through the windows, and there were different dusty objects lying around, like sweet childhood memories, but neither the house nor the objects were entirely familiar. Finally, I heard scratching behind a door and saw through its glass panes an eerie humanoid creature with many limbs. This sleep paralysis demon made me struggle to wake up and wonder what the hell I had just seen. A very thought-evoking, emotional dream.
