I am walking in a forest. It’s dark outside. The full moon shines through the trunks and leaves. I am cautious, careful as I make my way along a path tangled with roots, lit by just enough moonlight to guide me. “Good thing it’s a full moon tonight,” I tell myself. “Good thing there are only a few clouds in the sky.” I am walking through the forest to reach the other side. “I need to get through. I must get through,” my mind whispers louder and louder. I am not afraid, but I am anxious. With every step I take, the tension builds inside me. A tingling feeling tells me someone is watching me. Someone sees me, even though I don’t see them. I look around, but I don’t see anyone. An owl hoots. Ooh. Ooh. And far, far away, a fox laughs. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. Each sound tightens my body. More urgency to finally get through. And just as I think, finally. I am reaching the other side of the forest; I step into a clearing. Disappointment and anxiety cripple my body. My muscles tense. I already thought I was done with this. There, a lone figure stands in the middle. Oh my God. My heart starts racing. My thoughts start racing. What’s that? I did not expect that. My body freezes. The hooded figure comes closer. Step by step. Closer and closer. I scream at my body to move. My mind races. Move. Move. Run. The voice inside my head trembles with tension, begging. Please. Please. Just move before this hooded figure reaches me. But to no avail. It doesn’t work. The figure comes closer. Closer. And even though I don’t see his face, I know it’s him. It’s a man from my dreams. The one who was always coming for me. He stretches out his arm and gently—oh, so gently—touches my face. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and slowly traces his fingers down my neck. Down my shoulder. Down my arm. Down my hand. “It’s okay,” he says. “You have something that does not belong to you.” As the words leave his mouth, I begin trembling. The tension still keeps me frozen in place. A deep pit opens in my stomach. It slowly fills with something uncomfortable. Something rising higher and higher. It moves into my chest. Then into my throat. As it reaches my throat, a tingling begins in my mouth. I open my mouth in a silent scream. From my mouth, a small black snake begins climbing out. Then another. And another. One after the other, they fall onto the forest floor. “That’s all you need to release,” he says. “It’s okay.” He gently caresses me as my whole body convulses. More and more snakes leave me. It’s a strange feeling. With every snake leaving my body, I feel lighter. But my thoughts… My thoughts are filled with pain. I cannot understand what is happening. Where is this coming from? I want it to stop. I keep screaming inside my head. “It’s okay,” he hushes me. “It’s okay. You are so brave. You are so courageous.” He strokes my hair. He brushes my lips. Again and again, until no more snakes emerge. “You are not done yet, though, dear,” he says. “You are not done yet.” Now he stands behind me as my mind screams again. What is he doing now? Run. Run. But I cannot. I am still frozen in place. His hands touch my head. They slide down the back of my neck. Down my back. Then they stop. They are holding on to something. As he begins to pull, my entire back tenses. It feels as though someone is pulling a root from my spine. As though someone is pulling a root from my entire back. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly. He pulls it farther and farther away. The tension grows stronger and stronger. I just want it all to end. While one hand pulls, the other gently caresses the opposite side of my body. It’s strange. To experience such gentleness alongside such pain. Sweet and sour. Pain and comfort at the same time. “Just one last pull,” he whispers into my ear. “Then you’ll be free.” He pulls. I scream. I scream from the pain. And then… It’s done. He touches my back again. His touch is soft. Cold. Gentle. Healing. I don’t know whether I actually have wounds on my back. But they feel as though they are healing. “You are done, dear,” he says. “You are healed now. Whole. You are fully you.” He continues with that soft, gentle whisper that brings goosebumps to my tired, pain-exhausted body: “There is nothing left that was never yours. You are done.. “And I am so proud of you,” he whispers into my ear. “You are free now. Free of the thoughts that were never yours. Free of the expectations others imposed on you. Free of your need to control absolutely everything and everyone in your life. You are free to feel. You are free to think. You are free to create the life you want. Now it’s your time. Go and use this opportunity.” As his final whispers fade, I feel my body move again. The full moon still shines above. Only a few clouds drift across the sky. I stumble. I fall to my knees. And I cry. I cry as I have never cried before. When the tears finally stop, I turn around, searching for his cloaked figure. But no one is there. I am alone in the clearing, in the middle of the night, beneath a clear sky lit by the moon and only a few clouds. Did I imagine it? Did it truly happen? I don’t know. But I am on my way out of the woods now. And I am carrying calm. I am carrying myself. The raw version of myself. The true version of myself. The clear version of myself. Get full access to Project: Human Experience at projecthumanexperience.substack.com/subscribe