It began as one odd dream I dismissed as random stress. A stranger stood next to me, calm and sure, calling me his wife. I woke up puzzled but brushed it off. My marriage felt solid—I was committed, happy, never doubted my husband. Dreams don’t mean anything, right?
Then they kept coming. Different faces every time. Different settings. Always the same claim. Some spoke with quiet certainty, others with an edge of anger or ownership. Each one acted like I owed them something. I’d jolt awake feeling rattled, drained, and oddly ashamed, even though I’d done nothing wrong in real life.
That’s when things started shifting at home. I pulled away without knowing why. Closeness felt forced. Small issues blew up into fights. My husband noticed the distance first, then grew suspicious. One night he asked straight out if I was seeing someone else. The answer was no, but explaining the dreams sounded ridiculous even to me.
The worst part? How vivid and heavy they felt. Not sweet or romantic—just cold, like a contract I never signed. Binding. Unwanted. I’d lie in bed dreading sleep, afraid of what might happen next in my head. These experiences left me exhausted and questioning everything. Sleep became something to fear instead of rest. Continue reading https://drbokko.com/?p=36019
