Nightmares are real—especially when they aren’t dreams at all, but memories. They don’t fade when you wake up. They don’t dissolve in the morning light. They live in your body, in the way your chest tightens, in the panic that comes from nowhere, in the moments your mind drags you back without asking. You can be wide awake and still reliving it, still trapped in something that already happened but never really ended. People say it was in the past, but nightmares made of memory don’t know time. They just wait… and then they return.
