by Flo Deems
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Childhood fears haunt us from time to time, as adults, perhaps appearing as dreams in which we're running from something not quite defined. All we know is we must cross that bridge before it's too late - for what? We don't know and then we wake up in a sweat.

When I was a kid, one of my recurring nightmares involved running around my neighborhood at night trying to get away from a pulsing red light.

If you had a dream like the above image, what would you be running from? Would you be trying to get to some place you knew was safe and you had to cross a bridge to get there? Or perhaps the bridge presented itself in your dream and you started to cross it? What would the illumination on the bridge look like? Would you be able to see what's on the other side? Does this image resonate with you?

When I made this image, the boy was in bright sunlight and very happy, running ahead of his parents to see what was on the other side of this little bridge. And that was a beautiful park. But I composited this image with another to turn it into a representation of a nightmare. I didn't have a pulsing red light.

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