June had a bad dream last night, a frighteningly realistic one down to the last detail, but it is unlikely that such a strange thing would ever happen to her. A nightmare like this is always a good mixture of the memories of your personal experiences from the past, and the information or knowledge that, for some reasons, scares you so much. It is often accompanied by the real thoughts and vivid sensations, but somewhat distorted and exaggerated visually or time-wise. Lots of nonsense, physically speaking. And any sort of analysis, or what it could mean is for the psychology to answer.

Here is what she has dreamt about.

At the age of sixteen, like many other teenagers, she was determined, it was inevitable to get out of the old restraining home of her parents to live her own life. It was not easy at all for her, though, especially in the beginning, when she often had to suffer crushing defeats and relapses. But slowly, she made progress and delved into her adventures. And a while later, she was doing well, still struggling but leaving her past behind. At least, that was what she had thought.

The dream began around this phase of her life, metaphorically, when she jumped off an aircraft high up in the blue sky. Feeling an incredible surge of adrenalin, she was falling faster and faster. During the free fall, she felt fine and fulfilled. The bliss was all hers. The moment of her being in raptures, though, came to an abrupt end, as she realized something was wrong to open the parachute. From this split second on, nothing, absolutely nothing was on her mind but only to solve this problem, before it was too late, to avoid the mess. It was as if the grim past had caught up again, without warning, out of nowhere.

An instant later, she succeeded. Now she could look at the ground below to even be able to navigate herself to where to land. While a sense of relief and regaining control overwhelmed her, she felt a comfortable stream of warm blood covering the whole body. Floating in the air above the trees, as she was slowly approaching the meadow, however, a peculiar notion suddenly gripped her. She found herself trapped, literally, in the fine tentacles of an enormous jellyfish.

Then, she had an unusual, but tempting idea. Before finally touching the ground, she thought to herself, she might just as well cut off the strings to jump off again. Why not? And if not now, when? This daring deed appeared truly fascinating to her, but the dream ended there.

Today, June is in her fifties. And in fact, she is rather afraid of height, so she has never done any skydiving in her life.

— August 2026