Powerless in the Palm of Providence

David Brickner 90x115 by David Brickner 

Two nameless, faceless people are chasing me down a dark, rain-soaked alley and I have no idea why. What am I running from? Where am I going? The fear is suffocating, my teeth are clenched; my heart feels like it is pounding out of my chest.

As hard as I run, I feel like I am going in slow motion and my adversaries are quickly gaining on me. Just as they are about to lay their hands on me I awake gasping, my heart pounding. Slowly I relax my clenched fists and breath a tremendous sigh of relief. It was only a nightmare, or as many call it, an anxiety dream. Most people have had similar dreams on occasion.

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