I wouldn’t wish those nights on anyone. Waking up at 2 a.m., drenched in sweat, heart racing, the image of slithering snakes still fresh in my mind. It was like I was being hunted in my sleep. Night after night. The dreams weren’t just nightmares, they felt spiritual, heavy, dark… like something was seriously wrong.
I’m Lydia, a 30-year-old tailor from Jinja. I know some people think dreams are just dreams. But if you’ve ever had a recurring dream that drains you, paralyzes you, and steals your peace, you know it’s something deeper. For me, it started after I lost my job. Then my relationship ended. Suddenly, everything was crumbling, and every night, the snakes came…Continue Reading
