Nordhofen Westerwald (Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany)
When I was a child, there was an information series of five-minute films called **Der 7. Sinn** (The 7th Sense). This 7th sense stands for intuition or a premonition that something is going to happen. It's like a short-term prophecy, a glimpse into the near future. The knowledge that something is about to happen. You just don't know what yet.
I was often afraid when I slept downstairs in the living room on the couch. Afraid that someone would look through the large window at night, break down the door, and come in. I wouldn't notice any of it because I wear my earplugs, as I do every night. Even though it's quiet here, I can't sleep without them. They calm me. Except when I sleep on the couch.
The feeling persisted for weeks. A long time during which I was plagued by nightmares from which I often woke up with a racing heart and drenched in sweat. I didn't feel safe on that couch at night. Never. And yet I stayed. As if it were a test I had to pass. These dreams were the message that I couldn't decipher.
I don't believe I was really afraid that someone would break in and hurt me. The fear was an expression of my subconscious about an event that I could neither name nor sense where it would come from. It was my 7th sense whispering to me that danger was approaching.
Not knowing what was wrong frustrated me. What followed were half-awake hours during the day when I had little to no energy. I lacked the necessary mental abilities to get through the day properly and productively. I struggled and stumbled and didn't know how I could get out of it.
They were exhausting weeks. But since I've known the reason, the fear has dissolved into thin air. When I sleep on the couch now, I don't give a second thought to whether someone might break in. I no longer have nightmares and I don't wake up drenched in sweat at night anymore.
The reason was the possible loss of my job. In my subconscious there was knowledge, long before the events occurred, that something was brewing. And so it wanted to warn me on those nights or at least give me a hint that I couldn't see. Since several colleagues had to leave the company, the fears have disappeared along with them.
I remained in a cold state of shock for a few days, but then I felt energy returning to me. The days are brighter and friendlier, the nights quieter and more restful. I can concentrate on work again and on the new tasks that will come with settling down.
When I was a child, there was an information series of five-minute films called **Der 7. Sinn** (The 7th Sense). This 7th sense stands for intuition or a premonition that something is going to happen. It's like a short-term prophecy, a glimpse into the near future. The knowledge that something is about to happen. You just don't know what yet.
I was often afraid when I slept downstairs in the living room on the couch. Afraid that someone would look through the large window at night, break down the door, and come in. I wouldn't notice any of it because I wear my earplugs, as I do every night. Even though it's quiet here, I can't sleep without them. They calm me. Except when I sleep on the couch.
The feeling persisted for weeks. A long time during which I was plagued by nightmares from which I often woke up with a racing heart and drenched in sweat. I didn't feel safe on that couch at night. Never. And yet I stayed. As if it were a test I had to pass. These dreams were the message that I couldn't decipher.
I don't believe I was really afraid that someone would break in and hurt me. The fear was an expression of my subconscious about an event that I could neither name nor sense where it would come from. It was my 7th sense whispering to me that danger was approaching.
Not knowing what was wrong frustrated me. What followed were half-awake hours during the day when I had little to no energy. I lacked the necessary mental abilities to get through the day properly and productively. I struggled and stumbled and didn't know how I could get out of it.
They were exhausting weeks. But since I've known the reason, the fear has dissolved into thin air. When I sleep on the couch now, I don't give a second thought to whether someone might break in. I no longer have nightmares and I don't wake up drenched in sweat at night anymore.
The reason was the possible loss of my job. In my subconscious there was knowledge, long before the events occurred, that something was brewing. And so it wanted to warn me on those nights or at least give me a hint that I couldn't see. Since several colleagues had to leave the company, the fears have disappeared along with them.
I remained in a cold state of shock for a few days, but then I felt energy returning to me. The days are brighter and friendlier, the nights quieter and more restful. I can concentrate on work again and on the new tasks that will come with settling down.