The few dreams I remember have me yearning for more questions than answer with a strong desire for the dream to continue. What's profound for these dreams is that I had them years ago and yet I still remember them clear as day.
One dream I remember chasing after someone through an endless crowd of people. When I finally see their face it's gone, as though someone smeared their features like it was simply charcoal. When I woke up I cried uncontrollably and only stopped when I asked myself why I was crying in the first place.
Another dream I'm a woman standing upon a high peak, the waves of the sea are crashing below me. I jump into the black void and find myself just simply drifting in the current. Suddenly, three sharks pierce the black depths and I find myself frantically swimming to an underwater cave. As I pierce the waters surface I find myself in the middle of a chaotic scene. Paper and debris is flying all about, people are screaming and running from some unknown force but what catches my eye is the sight of another woman. She's holding up a man by the throat, it's clear that she's talking to him but I can't hear what they're conversing about. She looks at me, and I wake up.
The last dream I remember is a shorter one than the two. I'm watching over my hometown when I get distracted by a lioness. I shrug it off and look back at the town, the world is cracking, breaking before me before slowly fading to a pure white. I just look onward, content with what I'm witnessing and then awaken.
I have my theories as to why I had these kinds of dreams but I believe that it's no mere coincidence that I had them in the first place. Most dreams I have are long forgotten and yet I can still remember these three profoundly. I still wish that the story for these dreams would continue but I have my doubts that it ever will.