**Dreams, Fear, and the Nightlife of Faith**
- Laurie Amber
- Oct 6
- 1 min read

I spent years trying to understand my dreams.
I’ve always been a big dreamer.
Sometimes, it felt safer running in my sleep
Than facing the world awake.
For years, I was haunted—
Recurring dreams of running from cruel people,
Of escaping evil ghosts,
Of never making it to work on time,
Of searching endlessly for my clothes, my shoes, my phone.
Always scrambling. Always late. Always lost.
Eventually, I learned to embrace my “nightlife.”
Because when I don’t dream,
I get nervous.
When the night is quiet and my mind is still,
I fear something is about to go wrong.
I’m sure a psychologist could explain that—
But I’ve made peace with it.
Now, I look forward to the “crazy dreams.”
I’m not afraid anymore.
Just like life,
I’ve learned not to fear my dreams.
If evil shows up,
I run.
I cry out to God.
Or I wake up instantly.
It’s not so different from how I’ve learned to move on
From abuse, chaos, and the fear
That things will never get better.
It took me 56 years to stop living in fear.
Fear was my best friend.
Fear ran the show.
But I share this to help you—
Because fear will paralyze you if you let it.
Wake up with me today.
Begin a new journey.
Walk in faith.
God is gently nudging you,
Right now,
If you’re reading this.
You don’t have to run anymore.
You don’t have to hide.
Even in your dreams,
You are not alone.
Join me!




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