Suitcases

[sabotabby]

When I was a kid, I used to have a recurring dream about packing a suitcase. That was all there was to the dream—I had to leave my home very quickly, and pack enough to be away for a long time, probably forever—but they always felt ominous. I was leaving in a hurry because I was being forced out of my home, and if I didn't leave, I'd die.

These dreams stopped as I got older, replaced with more traditional anxiety dreams.

Lately, I've been having them again. I blame America.