A couple of times a year, I have the same nightmare. The details vary, where I am, who is with me and such – but the central theme is always the same. I NEED TO CALL MAMMA. I look for my phone, or I realize I’ve not spoken to her in a while. The worst is when I can’t remember her phone number. I KNOW SHE IS OUT THERE, but I can’t get to her or say anything to her.
Usually, I don’t wake up in a shock or terror from it, but today was different. I woke up shaken, with shallow rapid breathing, and it is fresh in my head.
I hate these dreams.