In a sporadically recurring dream, I’m in a kitchen that has a black and white tiled floor. The walls and ceiling start closing in on me. I enter “freeze” mode and don’t escape, although I always wake up before being crushed to death. In case one day this doesn’t occur, hopefully I’ll thaw enough to grab a final snack from the fridge.
Not pleasant . . . maybe your trip to Greece will stop the recurrences.
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