Died in my sleep
So I woke last night from a dream in which I got hit by a train. I was crossing a train track and never saw it comming. I felt my back break and watched as my bloodied body flew threw the air in slow motion. I landed against a tree, my body turning into a giant red smear. I woke just after I felt half of my body slide down the tree while the rest stayed impayled upon a branch.
I envy people who have nice dreams. The only nice ones I ever have are sex dreams (yep even at 31, although they're not wet ones). Whenever I hear about people wanting to wake up and write their dreams down, I just want to scream.
posted by Azathoth100 at 9:42 PM
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Ok I can speak very wise on this subject but listen.
For years I had not only death dreams, but apocolyptic ones too. I thank my mothers fanatical relgious morals for that, but let me explain something.
In my dreams I died usually from being shot in the head or from the world itself just blowing up, or exploding. I even had a reoccuring dream that was getting disturbingly more logical as it went along. I could see it. I went from being a 12 year old who wasnt aware of world matters and having this particular dream. To one who was getting older and seeing some scsry paradox's in her dreams.
Now the terrorist dream that made no sense to me at 12, where I was drug off into some farm house and shot to death in some type of urban slaughter of Americans. As an older person this started giving me a bit of stress. Especially when from around 16 to 20 the dream had disappeared. Around 21 I had the same dream again one night, and it jarred me.
I woke up and started writing it down. The colors, the smells everything. I began doing that for all my dreams, even the sexual ones that I do get to enjoy from time to time.
Around age 23 I had the dream again, except after having written my dreams down for about 2 years, I found myself in total control of the dream. I was sleeping, but I knew I was dreaming, I knew it as if in a waking sense, but never awoke. I changed that dream that night. And Ive never had it again. Imagine the relief after the horrible 911 and the aftermath that has ensued. Considering the guys who drug me to that farm house about 40 times in my sleep for years, were of Arabic descent, Im damn glad I gained this control. Not to mention, it sure makes those sexual ones where you had to just sit back and enjoy a bit more fun.
Seriously, I never would have wanted to consider writing down some of those horrors, but once I did they faded away. I havent had "horrible" dreams in 8 years or so. The last few even remotely bad dreams I have had I have turned off, woke myself up, or changed.
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