In order of now it has been years since I’ve skilled this sensation, however after I was a child I’d at all times get in struggle with my father and it appeared like each evening after a giant argument I’d have the identical dream.
I’d be shoved within the nook of a room with my dad within the heart of the room and swiftly he would stroll up and swing his fist at me. As quickly as his hand touched me the dream would change to a meadow with a single dandelion in it that had simply gotten it is puff blown off by the wind. I’d get up quickly after this.
I don’t know what this implies however I wish to discover out.