I'm sitting here at 7am after about 3-4 hours sleep and I was moved enough to bother coming downstairs to post this before I forgot it.
I experience vivid dreams now and then which are always intense enough to wake me up, drenched in a cold sweat. They're always nightmares unfortunately, with very unpleasant themes and images. Usually they're like Hitchcock, Kubrick and Lynch all got together over some bad acid and decided to make a slasher flick for my personal viewing lol
The main recurring theme in them is one of powerlessness- lots of trying to run away from scary things through swamps of treacle etc, last night it was desperately needing to give out important information to save my life but only being able to produce a whispery croak.
So they're what a psych 101 student would call 'anxiety dreams'- they only happen when I'm going through extreme stress, and atm I am. Last night's was the usual gore flick, but tonight's? Spooky, but not warped and terrifying as usual.
I was at some kind of teen meet-up place out in the countryside, chugging beers, toking etc. In the dream I knew we'd done this lots of times, but that there was another reason for being there- it was an alien abduction site. We were sitting there, waiting to see if they'd come again, recounting our previous experiences (as we were only ever taken alone). Questions like "Do they ever hurt you? What's the place like? Do they say anything to you?
Well, finally the mysterious light did appear and scanned us as usual, one by one. They took one of the others this time and I was absolutely gutted lol We were all desperate to be taken as they were wonderful experiences, but I missed out tonight as I was having to deal with an irate farmer moaning about us scaring his cows :roflmao:
The last thing I remember was a final 'scan' before I woke up, and though I was drenched in the usual sweat, all I felt was the blissful serenity of that light, and a real sadness I'd been stopped (woken up) from going with them.
Dreams schmeams eh? I attribute them to my meds and think nothing of them- even though they're bad enough that I can imagine recounting then on a couch in the future and seeing the psych's hand going under the desk furiously tapping the button for security
I wanted to share that one though, because it's the first 'night terror' I've remembered with that wonderful blissful feeling...
Have a nice day, I'm off back to bed
