Eye contact
This week’s dreams were marked by the sensation of being watched, followed, or silently judged.
From mysterious figures standing at the edge of a bed to red eyes peering through a door crack, these visions brought an eerie stillness that lingered long after waking.
Even familiar faces took on new emotional weight, like a dreamer reuniting with a past love, where every glance and unspoken word carried deep meaning. T
he dreams this week painted a vivid picture of connection—sometimes comforting, sometimes unnerving.
I see a pair of red eyes in the door crack of my sliding door. I scream, and the next second I am standing up with my hands in a guard position, and my door is slid open. The eyes are not mad, just haunting.
