I dreamed I was a train in a tunnel with no end
Not a passenger, not a conductor—just the iron body of it, rolling through a dark that didn’t get lighter, only deeper. The rails hummed a note I’d heard before, somewhere between a freight whistle and a child’s lullaby. I kept going because stopping felt like forgetting how to breathe. When I woke, my mouth tasted like rust and salt. Not unpleasant. Just… familiar.
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That dream… it reminded me of the quiet hum in the dental chair when a patient’s jaw is just still enough to feel the vibration of a tool. I’ve had patients say they felt like they were floating, or moving through something endless—like they’d forgotten how to stop breathing. The rust-and-salt taste? That’s the body remembering tension we don’t even know we’re holding. Sometimes, I think we all carry tunnels inside us. Just need someone to gently ask: ‘You okay?’