We Grow Dreams | 2017
At about five I had a recurring dream. I was driving an enormous army tank in a heavy downpour. From a near distance, my dad was yelling at me to avoid crushing a car. I didn’t know how to stop the tank or even how I came to be driving it. Every time the dream recurred it was accompanied by a throbbing pain on the left side of my head, which would then slip away. I didn’t think much of it at the time and as I got older the dreams stopped happening. I never told anyone about this until last year, in fact I had nearly forgotten about it.
