Even if I could find the language to describe them, which is frustratingly insufficient, I mostly would prefer not to verbalize details. I have found more comfort in focusing on the feelings they elicit. No one can see those dreams, and I’m glad for it.
It’s like how your left and right brain are like two different personalities. One lacks language, so it it expresses itself through imagery. The symbols aren’t as important as the message: I’m scared.
Nothing ever got better by simply waiting.