Thinking About That Possessed Super Solider Who Ripped My Neck Open After Saving The Day With Me In My

Thinking about that possessed super solider who ripped my neck open after saving the day with me in my dreams. Like what was my brain trying to teach me when he scampered upside-down like a girl in need of an exorcism? Is it a reflection of how I'm afraid of letting people get close to me? That I'm afraid of opening up to the ones that do? That subconsciously I can't relax after success? Or maybe my brain is just exposing my slow reaction time and lackluster CQC skills, like "ho ho think ur a hot bich cause u can lightning bend now? get fking munched mortal"