shapes and running

Date: 4/9/2016

When I was very young, about 6 or 7, I had this recurring dream of shapes. They were circles and squares, mostly, on a white background. They turned like cogs and gears in a clock. They were red, yellow, blue, and probably green. I would look at this for what seemed like a long time. Then it would switch to me, running along this extremely smooth, wide path. I was carrying something behind me (some equipment that was connected to something else), pulling it along with me. I just ran and ran without ever getting tired. I would be here for a long time too. Then I would return to the shapes, and it felt unpleasant. Back to the running, and it was smooth. Back and forth. I always woke up crying. Doesn't make sense, right? Well, I also always woke up with the impression that I was a slave in that dream.