My biggest nightmare is about the house I lived in as a child. From as far back as I can remember, it always seemed like it was about to collapse. My dad cut down a chestnut tree to prop it up. Every time there was thunder, tiles and loose soil would fall down. Whenever I had a stressful day and didn’t resolve things promptly, I would dream that I was sleeping when a torrential rain started, thunder roared, and the house collapsed. I would wake up and yell at my parents, telling them the house was collapsing and they needed to get out of there. This kind of dream is so frustrating. I haven’t lived in a house that was about to collapse for over twenty years, so why do I revert to that whenever I’m under pressure?