Narcolepsy.

So, ever since I was a wee little lass, well, in eighth grade, I've had this reoccuring dream.
Let me tell you a bit about it.
It's always night, typical I know. And although the situations are somewhat different, the most common takes place in my very own neighborhood. As for where I was coming from, how I got there, or why I'm in this situation, I never find out. But I always start in the same place, right in the middle of my street, just between the Terry's and the Burgess', and I'm running. I'm running from someone who I will never know. I never see his face, and I never know why i'm running. But I am, and it's pointless. It's like I'm trying to walk in peanut butter.
It's like I'm in slow motion, while the rest of the world continues in normal time.
I'm completely, and totally, helpless. I can't scream, my throat closes up, and I can literally, and physically feel it. I'm crying but there is no sound, and if I happen to pass another person in the street, it's like I don't exist. No one even awknowledges my presence. And it ends there. Silent screams, pointless running, and reckless abandonment.

Anyone care to interpret?
I had someone describe it as "a manifestation of my anxiety."
I can see it. Definitely.

----------------------Absent-minded for awhile.

MYbiscuit party tomorrow. Enthusiasm at a maximum.