This has been a recurring one, but it's slowly changed as time has passed.
I'm on an endless stretch of road, sometimes walking, sometimes driving. On either side is just an endless ocean of grass. Sometimes I can catch sight of what looks like an old campfire out of the corner of my eye, but I can never look back far enough to really see.
For a long time, it was always this drive to keep moving. Never stop. Something is behind me, and I need distance. Nothing else matters. I couldn't even look back if I tried.
Over the last year, that feeling of being chased has went away. I don't wake up panicking. Now, there's a feeling of destination, and that I'm getting... Somewhere. I genuinely don't know. But it feels closer. And now, when I try, I can look behind myself somewhat. Not fully, but enough to see that there's at least more road immediately behind me.
It's become kinda hopeful. Not trying to read any grand importance into it, don't think it's prophetic, but it started to shift as I started taking better care of myself. Makes me kinda wonder if it isn't some fucked up part of my brain going "Hey, we're getting better".