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Current mood:  drained Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
It's been a while since I've had one but this was quite a strong one even for me. Basically since 7:15am GMT on Weds the 27th to about 5pm on the 28th I was up solidly after both a manic period and a hip flare hit me at once. I've basically been in pain since last Friday but this has completely knocked me for six. Doesn't matter if I sit, lie down on my back or other side it's uncomfortable, so it triggers the mania to hold my attention to distract myself from it and reduces my need for sleep.
At 5pm yesterday I went to sleep for 5 hours and I've just woken up from another five. In the second half of my sleep, about an hour after I fell asleep I woke up from a seriously lucid dream. It was like I was confronted by angry voices in an abyss on one side of me and I could see on other my my body right next to me and the bedroom exactly how it is and the rough time funnily enough (3amish). I knew I was lucid because I thought: 'well, all I have to do is get my body moving a little bit because I'm paralysed and I'm really awake but I can't move yet.' So I bite my fingers (it was like I was in my body but not controlling it yet) and tried to rock it, but it was more a mental activity than a physical one, like I was imagining myself doing it beyond myself. Then eventually after what felt like about five minute or so I woke up (but the actual moment between being asleep and waking up is lost to me, I just knew I was eventually).
I remember it was the fear that was compelling me to wake up, because on the other side of me (like I was on the fence between dream and daytime reality) was a lot of voices screaming round each other like a storm, in such abusive terms, it was very confrontational, painful and violent (and verbal abuse it something I'm sensitive of as I grew up with it, so it's obviously something still to work on) I was fleeing because I felt if I stayed long enough they would sense me and attack me too and they were too strong. Even though I knew it was a dream it felt so real and horrific I knew I needed to get out of the dream and wake up for half an hour and then go back to sleep. I was that scared.
Anyway I know talking about dreams is often mocked but sometimes these dreams feel more real than this reality and they are able to stick with me for decades where as I couldn't tell you what I dreamed the night before, or even thought about/did for half of yesterday probably, with being so tired. Such vividness is hard to ignore.
9:04 AM
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