My worst nightmare was a few years ago. I dreamt I was back at the place where I was raised from 12–18 and I couldn’t get out. Everywhere I went in the joint, That Person was following me and telling me what an awful, selfish person I was, and I couldn’t make her stop yelling. When I woke up, it took a few moments to realize that I was an adult in my own apartment. ::shudders::
It was one of the things that happened within a short span of time that prodded me to go into therapy.