Dreams

[lookingforme]

I'm not entirely sure how apt a discussion this is for beyondblue, but in the spirit of communication and reaching out which is encouraged, I thought I would write post up, get a few opinions or thoughts.

I should say, I'm tired all the time, especially in the mornings, it's very hard to get out of bed and think about the day that I have to face.  I've always attributed this to the kinds of dreams I have - more like nightmares, really - and being an active sleeper, thus not feeling rested in the morning.  This is no matter how much sleep I get.

I get these really vivid dreams, and almost always they feel too real to me, that when I wake up it's hard to let go of the memory.  They can be traumatic and stay with me the whole day.  And if I'm not distracted enough, sometimes without thinking about it, I'm re-immersed in the dream, and I can picture myself in it all over again.  Like some kind of virtual reality.  And it can get so bad that I start getting anxious that when I get older all I'll remember are my dreams and none of my life.  I really don't want that.  The dreams can get so bad that I question if I'm awake or not when I am awake.  I guess that in itself should be a clue that I am awake, because I don't really question my reality in my dreams.  And sometimes, I just don't want to sleep, though I'm thoroughly exhausted, because of what I may dream - and this can make it worse possibly?

I've spoke to a GP and relaxation was recommended to me, but according to people I know, I don't really know how to get rest.

I'm just wondering if other people have this issue?  And if so, how they cope?

[Just Sara]

Hi all;

I know this thread is about sleep; but the word 'dream' conjures up thoughts of future decisions and what I've been too scared to face till now; doing what I'm good at and enjoy immensely - giving to my community in a way that encourages happiness.

I once wrote in a poem that courage is the rarest spice. On BB we have more courage than imaginable in facing our demons and selves each day while still attending to the daily life requirements necessary to survive our damaged, yet beautiful minds.

My recovery up until now has been about surviving fear and pain. Being positive has been challenging to say the least, but I've come to a place where I'm able to see the 'forest for the trees'.

I've often spoke of how I'd love to be an event planner and create large dances for people over 50. I'm in this category and would love nothing better than to have something like this for myself. I've done small ones in the past and was thanked gratefully by those who attended. Maturity has the benefit of experience and knowledge, and putting those things to work, not only for me, but for the benefit of my fellow bored 'oldies', has at last given me a goal to break my spirit free from the bondage of feeling useless.

I dreamed last night of being with my ex; it was an awakening to the false expectation I've had about needing someone else to make me happy. Dreams are a link to our inner selves and can be a treasure trove of self knowledge if we're brave enough to face our truth.

My med's create vivid dreams I've come to accept, even though I sometimes wake exhausted and crying. It's a side affect that could be worse. I've learned that the feeling I have when I wake is more important than details I see, though there can be some valuable info there too.

So my point, is that our dreams can be scary, but if we have the courage to learn and grow from our insight, they can lead to the light at the end of the tunnel our inner beauty and self love.

Kind thoughts...Dizzy x

[Simona]

I started remembering my dreams again. Last night I dreamt I was on an old hotel roof and just looking out at the world. It was night-time but somehow I was spotted by people across the road. They stood there staring and then one of them ran across the road towards the hotel so I fretted and scrambled on the slightly slanted tin roof back to the open window from where I came. There was also music in this dream: a cover of Rebel Yell by the Black Veil Brides was belting loudly on an outdoor stadium except the lead singer had 1 arm missing so that was pretty creepy/tragic because it made me think of the guy in Requiem for a dream.

[lookingforme]

Hey Simona, sorry I've been silent. Just been physically and mentally unwell. How are you feeling about dreaming or remembering your dreams again?

The one you described sounds haunting

[Simona]

Hello : ) yes. I'm aware you are unwell. I come here very often just to read posts. Sorry to hear of your pain - pain scares me.

Early this Sunday morning I had another strange dream. I was inside the house watching an approaching electrical storm. The sky was dark as charcoal and there were really loud lightning strikes nearby. So I went outside into the back garden because it was calling me to become one with it. I felt the howling wind pushing me. The ground beneath my feet moved and split as if the soil was alive trying to pull me down, consume me with all of it's worms. I looked towards the clothesline with all the fresh laundry flapping trying to set sail. They had all turned crimson red! And for some reason not clear to me; I undressed until I stood bare but for my jewellery. And I was looking skywards because I was feeling a presence - the same powerful masculine presence I sometimes feel in my other dreams. It's the one that gives me warnings. So there I was totally naked in this electrical storm when the presence began speaking to me in tongues and I became still except for the wind in my hair. And his voice was unlike anything I have ever heard. It didn't sound human.

[lookingforme]

Hey Simona, how are you?

I have been dreaming pretty badly recently as well. Again, nothing much that I can say here. I hope you're okay

[Simona]

Hello Joelle. I'm not all that good. I couldn't sleep last night because I felt like ants were all over me and I had to keep moving, scratching and turning. I did fall asleep very early in the morning. I dreamt I was playing hide and seek with some other people in a big old house. I was hiding. And I woke up to an old song playing in my head again: angel of the morning

I hope you are ok too

[lookingforme]

Hey Simona, how are you doing? I haven't been great. I've been followed by this dream where I shake violently and I feel very tense. I always wake up feeling shaky after that, as if my muscles had been working. It troubles me.

[Simona]

Hey Joelle : ) I think of you.

Last night I dreamt I was trying to find my way home. I ended up in an old empty church and there was a life sized statue of Christ comforting someone wearing a robe. And as I stood staring Christ slowly lifted his head and looked directly at ME. He saw me! And then I woke up.

[Simona]

A nightmare I had very early this morning

I was back in the mhu and I was crouching on the floor in the hallway. I was surrounded by demons. I can't really remember how many but their faces were very close to mine. They wouldn't leave me alone

[Simona]

I had another baby except it was a bat.

It flew away and the rest I don't remember