Recently, I had another strange dream.
This time, I was not a student, nor some powerful protector.
In the dream, I had become an escapee.
Or maybe… a criminal.
The entire dream carried a dark atmosphere.
Everything felt cold and dim, like a city that had not seen sunlight for years. The world around me looked industrial and lifeless, filled with shadows, concrete, and distant white lights cutting through the darkness.
I was not alone.
There was a woman with me, and somehow, the dream made me feel that we were both highly capable people.
We had stolen something extremely valuable.
And because of that, we were being hunted.
The Chase Begins
One of the clearest fragments in the dream came from a sudden shift in perspective.
For a moment, it felt as though I was seeing through her eyes.
She had somehow appeared near the base of the people we stole from.
And strangely, the thing that exposed us was not our faces.
It was her vehicle.
Its wheels were not round.
They were square.
For some reason, everyone immediately realized something was wrong.
That absurd detail was enough to trigger the chase.
After escaping for a while, we hid somewhere dark and began discussing what to do next.
She wanted to return to our base and recover the things we had left behind.
But I wanted the opposite.
I only wanted to leave that place as quickly as possible.
So we separated.
From that point on, the dream became a desperate escape.
While running, I had the strange feeling that the people chasing me already knew who I was.
But I did not know who I was myself.
I could not remember what I had done.
I did not even fully understand why I was running.
The only thing left inside me was instinct:
Keep moving.
Do not stop.
And behind me, there was always someone following closely.
No matter how far I ran, they never disappeared.
The Wall Beyond Freedom
Eventually, I was cornered near a lighthouse.
Ahead of me stood an enormous wall.
And somehow, I knew with absolute certainty that beyond that wall was freedom.
I cannot explain why the dream made me believe that.
But in that moment, escaping over the wall felt more important than anything else.
That was when I discovered part of my ability.
I could create another version of myself.
A duplicate.
So I made a decision.
I sent the duplicate into the shadows while I deliberately ran toward the lighthouse, directly into the light.
I thought nobody would expect a fugitive to expose himself so openly.
But they anticipated it.
The people chasing me split into two groups as well.
One chased the duplicate.
Three others came after the real me.
The wall was getting closer.
Freedom was right there.
Then they caught up to me.
Without thinking, I pulled out something like a grappling hook and threw it upward with all my strength.
I climbed the wall desperately.
But just before reaching the top, someone blocked my path.
He seemed to know me.
And strangely, I felt like I knew him too.
I had no choice.
I struck him and sent him falling down.
Then finally—
I escaped.
On the other side of the wall was a narrow ditch and an empty landscape stretching into the distance.
But even there, I could still feel eyes watching me.
When I looked back, I saw the three people who had been chasing me.
And the person I had knocked down earlier approached me again.
The dream described him as someone who once admired me.
Instead of attacking me, he handed me some clothes and quietly told me to be careful.
I said nothing.
I took the clothes, climbed higher onto the wall, and continued walking toward the distance.
After Waking Up
After waking up, I kept thinking about one thing:
Why was I always running?
The strangest part was not the chase itself.
It was the feeling that I did not even understand what I was escaping from.
The dream never clearly explained whether I was truly guilty.
It only gave me one instinct:
Leave.
Keep moving.
Do not let them catch you.
And somehow, that giant wall still stayed in my mind after waking up.
Not because it looked impressive.
But because the dream convinced me that freedom existed on the other side of it.
A few days before this dream, I had already been seriously thinking about leaving my current job.
And not long after having this dream, I finally submitted my resignation.
I do not think the dream was predicting the future.
But maybe dreams sometimes reshape the emotions we already carry in real life.
The pressure.
The uncertainty.
The feeling of wanting to escape from a version of life that no longer feels right.
Maybe those emotions had already been living somewhere inside me long before the dream began.
And at night, my mind simply turned them into another world.
I still do not know whether the dream truly meant anything.
Maybe it was simply another chaotic creation of the subconscious mind.
But even now, I can still remember the feeling of running through the darkness, believing that somewhere ahead of me, freedom was waiting.