I’m afraid of heights. Not all heights but only where I am not enclosed. I’m fine when I’m flying in an airplane but when I’m hiking for instance, and I am climbing a steep hill - I don’t like that at all. 

I was never able to figure out where my fear of heights came from and then I remembered a recurring dream I had as a child. The dream has me in a car with my mother driving and I am in the back seat - the car is a convertible. The car approaches a very narrow silver bridge whic...


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