Dreams or nightmares

Stories are supposed to start at the beginning, right? This one starts at the moment I felt lost.

I was walking in a basement with concrete walls and damp floors. I saw a wall in the distance with graffiti on it. When it was close enough, I wiped the dust off with my hands so I could see the words more clearly. 

You will soon find your strength.

I felt terrified, but didn't know why. I turned and ran, feeling myself begin to sob. A gust of wind lifted me from under my arms and I rose into the air, my body in a T position. Suddenly, I wasn't in the basement anymore. I was unsure of my surroundings and saw nothing but darkness. My sobbing continued; my chest was heavy and it was hard to breathe through my tears. My body came to a sudden stop mid air. I could hear my cries echo in the darkness around me. After what felt like forever, the air was vacuumed from my chest, and I stopped crying. I was silent and still, mid air. A cool calm ran through my veins, as if the sadness had been sucked from my body.

My body went into a freefall and my arms were no longer forced outward. 

Then, nothing.