Just a short post about dreams… (well short for me LOL)
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I have read a small amount about dreams and I keep a couple of dream ‘dictionaries’ beside my bed so that I can look up the topics in a particularly vivid dream on occasion. (and I mean occasion, I am not obsessed with this one!)
I was a troubled child in some ways and I had a recurring dream, on and on haunting me in my sleep; men chasing me. I was running from them, but my legs would become weak, I’d be overcome with tiredness, and the men were catching up with me, until I could virtually no longer move my body and would know that I would be caught by the men, even though I always woke before they did.
If, on the rare occasion, I had a nap in the afternoon it would be worse – I would feel half awake, half asleep, I could hear my mum and dad talking. I wanted to get up, but I couldn’t move. I tried so hard to move a limb, a finger or toe, to no avail. This soon put me off afternoon naps of course as a child. For years though, the dream of being chased by men came to me, night after night. I’d wake sometimes feeling positively worn out and not ready for the day at all. It was as if I had been awake and stressed all night long.
I couldn’t even tell you when those dreams stopped. One could say ‘How come, surely you’d know when they stopped if they were so bad?’ But it’s true. Maybe I knew at the time, but in any case, I have forgotten now and there was no note of it in my childhood diaries so it’s lost.
That isn’t to say I didn’t have bad dreams, because I always did. I don’t actually remember having any good ones at all. I dreamt alright, virtually every night, but not sweet dreams. I am not sure I would call all of them nightmares either, as I see those in a separate category to many of mine. Most of mine were what I would call undesirable adversities that we may well face or have faced in our real lives.
Yes I had some nightmares, harrowing nightmares – the type where I wake up and feel very upset, frightened and unsure for a few minutes whether it was all real. In latter years I could get so encompassed in the whole thing that, upon waking, I would just lay quiet, unmoving, and try to relive the whole thing again in my conscious mind. Why? I couldn’t tell you. I guess I wanted to find answers for problems in my real life – my sometimes living nightmare – in those creative stories my mind conjured up in the night-time. Eventually, when I was suffering mental illness the worst, reliving such dreams would make me feel really bad and when I told my ex what I was doing he told me to stop. It was a good idea and I did.
The reason for this post?
Because having discussed this with my dad this evening, I realised that I have had very few bad dreams (or at least bad dreams that I remember upon waking) for the last couple of months. I realised because I was telling him of my dream last night of my pin number being stolen by two guys I suspected, and I woke just as I found out my bank account was at zero pounds and my suspicions had been correct. My dream dictionary tells me that theft is maybe my subconscious warning that I should not take notice of those around me who may be interfering in my personal affairs, preying on my emotions or stealing my ideas. Wow! Is all I have to say about that!
Since realising the change in the pattern of my dreams, I am now going to keep a log to see if there is an underlying message or worry or sense of peace that is connected with them.
Does anyone else have bad dreams? Good dreams? A pattern of dreams? Less or more dreams? Any ideas on why? And do you keep a note of dreams? Do you look for answers in your dreams? I’d love to hear from you…
May your dreams be sweet tonight!
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